And Then He Said

We're getting bombarded by emails that MailWasher is flagging as probable viruses. Most of them come from Birkbeck College, where studied for a while. Guess their IT department is having a torrid time right now… Good weekend – Saturday was spent with the pair of us sat in our office / study / spare bedroom…

So. Back intact from snow-hit Norfolk into a world where all politicians are decent and noble and honorable, and all journalists are filthy lying bastards. Which is distinctly confusing when you've spent your entire adult life being one or the other or sometimes both similtaneously. We found out about Greg Dyke's resignation from a TV…

Things have been rather quiet in this journal, and that's been in inverse proportion to life (isn't that always the way of things?). I have now finished at the Royal Mail, at least for the time being, and am starting a couple of months spent working from home on projects that I haven't previously had…

I'm in a pretty grim mood this morning. Stayed up too late and got too little sleep so that I could see the first results come in from the Iowa caucus on the Des Moines Register site, which has been up and down like John Kerry's poll ratings but which stayed online long enough to…

Here's a tale about how offices, although made up of many individual people with many different agendas, will often act as a group without any form of consultation taking place. Three collections were put round on Friday, each with a card to sign and an envelope to donate money in. One was a birthday card…

Well there's a thing. I just sat through Radio 3's broadcast of John Cage's 4'33″, and, much to my surprise, rather enjoyed the experience. We had it playing on two radios, one on either side of the room, and let's just say it's one of those pieces that sounds better live than on CD. It…

Some wonderful Alan Clarke stories here: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/3394037.stm I like Jonathan Aitken's best

Not having a good day. Still, not all days can be good.

Here's a cautionary tale about why you shouldn't even *think* about fragging around with the Freemasons. Not even a little bit. In fact, you probably shouldn't be reading this at all. There's a chap who lives elsewhere in our block who works in the City and often takes the same trains as me, all the…