I don’t know what happened, I swear I hadn’t even thought of them since the start of September. But it just happened. I went into the Co-op on Friday, under the guise of buying an Evening Standard, and without knowing why, I turned left at the first aisle, and stopped in front of the “Snack […]

Some gimp out of a pop-band wants to be an astronaut and fly into space. His backers were supposed to stump up something towards the 20 squillion lira it costs to train the gimp. Here’s the thing though. Proper astronauts, people that go into space because they always wanted to be an astronaut, please mum,

Breakfast – a bacon and edge sandwich from a Thai cafe, from a Thai bloke called Jeff. Lunch – a foetid old man’s smelling of wee pub. With ‘authentic’ Thai food, and a curious barmaid who is neither Thai nor English, and seems to struggle with communication to staff and customers alike. Dinner – perhaps