If there's one thing that's defined my 2012, it's cats.
There have literally been litter loads of them. So it seemed fitting to cap off
the year by heading to Amsterdam - a city that puts up its stray moggies in a
glorious houseboat. But even
more endearing is the surreal Kattenkabinet - a museum that celebrates man's ability
to fashion feline-themed pinball machines, porcelain paperweights and zoomorphised
mannequins - futile, time-consuming and expensive endeavours, but endeavours
born of the power of love. The results are charming, unfathomable and
please-let-me-out-of-here-oh-no-I-can't-find-the-exit creepy. As Borat Sagdiyev
once said; entry, please, as I reveal four hand-picked highlights:
Thursday, 27 December 2012
Sunday, 2 December 2012
An interview with Michael Palin
Saturday, 20 October 2012
The Standard Hotel, New York: A review
It's a place where passers-by can watch you defecate to their heart's content, where champagne-glugging models take their clothes off in front of your disbelieving eyes and where floor-to-ceiling views of Lower Manhattan will suck the breath from your windpipe.
I refer to The Standard Hotel in New York City, where I laid my eyebrows-dominated head for a couple of nights in August. Located in the ball-achingly trendy Meatpacking District, it's arguably more famous for its bogs than its rooms. "Just wait till you see them," my girlfriend said on the cab ride there, referring to its Tommy Crappers. "They're on the top floor and you can see right across New York!"
I refer to The Standard Hotel in New York City, where I laid my eyebrows-dominated head for a couple of nights in August. Located in the ball-achingly trendy Meatpacking District, it's arguably more famous for its bogs than its rooms. "Just wait till you see them," my girlfriend said on the cab ride there, referring to its Tommy Crappers. "They're on the top floor and you can see right across New York!"
Labels:
High Line,
Manhattan,
Meatpacking District,
New York,
The Standard Hotel
Sunday, 16 September 2012
George Orwell lives
Almost two months ago, I started a blog by writing: "They say you should never meet your heroes - that they won't live up to expectations, that you'll be disappointed."
Well, having met Lee 'Scratch' Perry at London City Airport and being thoroughly undisappointed, I thought it was about time I met another of my heroes. Unfortunately, one cannot plan these encounters if one wants to avoid being slapped with a restraining order, so I had to rely on chance.
Well, having met Lee 'Scratch' Perry at London City Airport and being thoroughly undisappointed, I thought it was about time I met another of my heroes. Unfortunately, one cannot plan these encounters if one wants to avoid being slapped with a restraining order, so I had to rely on chance.
Labels:
George Orwell,
hero,
Lee 'Scratch' Perry,
MoMA,
New York
Friday, 17 August 2012
An interview with Peter Schmeichel
He's 8' 7", weighs 25 stone and shot to fame while trying to catch fast-moving balls in the 1990s.
That's right - it's Denmark's famous honorary Mancunian and ex Premier League superstar goalkeeper Peter Schmeichel, and I was lucky enough to have a Google Hangout with the man himself (and a few others, ahem) ahead of the Premier League's return this weekend.
That's right - it's Denmark's famous honorary Mancunian and ex Premier League superstar goalkeeper Peter Schmeichel, and I was lucky enough to have a Google Hangout with the man himself (and a few others, ahem) ahead of the Premier League's return this weekend.
Here's what he had to say:
Monday, 30 July 2012
Atomic kittens
What the hell am I on about? Well, seeing as you asked so nicely, I'm referring to four vulnerable balls of fluff with legs, claws and fully-functional teeny weeny digestive systems that I found down the side of my bed in April.
Thursday, 19 July 2012
Me and my very good friend Lee 'Scratch' Perry
For that is the chosen style of Lee 'Scratch' Perry, a 76-year-old Jamaican music producer, reggae pioneer and one of my heroes. Through his Black Ark Studio in Kingston, Jamaica, Perry produced - in his typically lavish, eccentric style - material from Bob Marley & the Wailers, The Congos, Junior Murvin and Augustus Pablo.
Labels:
hero,
Lee 'Scratch' Perry,
London City Airport,
reggae
Friday, 13 July 2012
O2's Twitter team make people laugh
While O2's call centre staff were congratulating themselves on a day of no complaints on Wednesday - just why was no-one phoning? - the company's social media people were working overtime following its nationwide network outage.
With thousands of customers seething at having no signal for much of Wednesday and Thursday morning, it was the responsibility of the @O2 in the UK Twitter account to appease their anger.
With thousands of customers seething at having no signal for much of Wednesday and Thursday morning, it was the responsibility of the @O2 in the UK Twitter account to appease their anger.
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Saturday, 7 July 2012
At the front line of the battle against lads on tour
Their guerrilla tactics may be working - according to a poll last month by TheKnot.com, 61 per cent of brides-to-be claim their fiancés are opting for "low-key" bachelor parties instead of flying to the continent in willy-and-bum shorts.
Monday, 18 June 2012
Euro 2012 EuroCast: England vs Sweden
I say all things Euro 2012; more third-choice goalkeepers, fictional crisps and deceased sporting stars Sue Barker once spoke to.
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Thursday, 9 February 2012
Steve Evans: Football's most hated man
Hello you! It's been a while, no? I've missed you - and no doubt you've missed me too, which is why you're here, obviously. I could tell you why I've been away - but that would involve giving out my telephone number, which ain't gonna happen. And I'm certainly not going to write down the reasons for my blogosphere absence - for all I know you might be a psychotherapist [I love typing words like that, pressing space bar, and not being interrupted by a big red zig-zag. In the words of that guy off of EastEnders and the Parklife video, it gives me an enormous sense of wellbeing] and tap into my insecurities.
No, instead I'm going to draw a line underneath the whole sordid affair and do what I do best: criticise people I've never met while hiding behind my laptop's monitor.
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