by Neil | Aug 22, 2007 | commuting, London, Neil Gaiman, Orlando Bloom, Susanna Clarke
There are things I hate about living in London: the concrete, the dirt, the need to harvest my bodily organs to pay for a coffee. And most of all I hate A list celebrities who turn the simple job of turning up to work into a media circus. My sister finds it hard to...by Neil | Aug 8, 2007 | ballistic fat welshman, commuting, cycling, Ian Hislop
I rode, I survived, I humilated myself on Bostall Hill…again. Nevermind, it was a far more pleasant ride than I expected winding through Martime Greenwich and along the Thames up to Trafalgar Square then up Charing Cross Road. Today I had a rest. In the sense...by Neil | Aug 6, 2007 | ballistic fat welshman, commuting, cycling, Life
I shouldn’t be writing this. I should be plotting “The Last Plank”, the short story that defeated me a few weeks ago but that I can’t seem to drop, at the outside I should be putting the final polish on “Careless” before sending it...