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I’ve decided that any word can be used to describe the word “drunk”. Think about it – you’re madly drunk-texting (as you do). You can use any word to portray the levels of inebriation you will be looking at exacting.
“Duuuuuuuuuude! I’m scoobied!”
“Fuck I’m trollied.”
“I’m so blendered the hangover is going to [...]

Who: Me, HFF, and you! Possibly YOU!
When: Tuesday, the 29th of September, in the evening.
Where: George Pub in the Strand (213 The Strand, London WC2R 1AP). Or god, if you’re feeling lazy, it’s here.
What: A get-together. Also? A book signing. HFF has succeeded in doing what I still idly dream of – she [...]

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day. His friend is having his second child, and he mentioned that he was going with his wife for a second scan.
“How far along are they?” I asked.
“28 weeks or something like that,” he replied.
“And it’s only their second scan? They must [...]

I’m spending an awful lot of time with transvestites these days.
Yesterday afternoon I took a train into London, whereby I sat for two hours and talked through some things with my nice Couch Man. Seeing my Couch Man is always a plus in my day – it’s not always easy, but I do genuinely [...]

For years Alastair and I have gone to Proms in the Park.
We used to go with a bunch of our old neighbors, but after dealing with Drunky McDrunkpants a good friend struggling with a drinking prolem a time or two too many, we since decided that looking after her and her fuck-ups was [...]

This was going to be a recap post of Proms in the Park.
Instead, today’s a little busy taking care of a young man who has come down with something.

Back shortly with a recap of the madness that was Proms in the Park. You may want to come back for that. There’s alcohol. [...]

I had to be in London yesterday for meetings.
This is a rare occurrance, but oddly one I won’t be opposed to. I miss going there for meetings (provided it’s not as many times a week as it once was). This was an all-enclusive 5 hour meeting with the bigger than bigwigs [...]

I’m struggling to see the true cause of the furore going on in my home country.
Yes, I’ve been away a while (10 years in November, in fact). No, I’m not completely up-to-date with the daily comings and goings of the place that I hail from. No, I don’t expect that America curled up [...]

As per the usual, I sat across from him.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” I say.
“Indeed,” he nods.
“A lot has happened,” I add.
“I know,” he says. He looks out the glass doors beside him, where the rain is crashing down. “I confess I’ve thought of you a great deal. I wondered [...]

The twins are 23 months old today.
Remarkably, they morphed practically overnight from babies to toddlers.
The past two months have seen huge, amazing, massive changes in the babies.
I’ll start with Nora.

Addicted to books. Addicted. She cannot get enough of them (rather like her mother). She will quite happily sit on [...]

Three weeks ago my father and stepmom were here.
They flew in, in a haze of suitcases, presents for the babies, and onion bagels from the Panerra close to their house. They came armed with a baby doll that Nora won’t put down and a kiddie radio for Nick that plays 50 billion [...]