How indeed…
This is a first pass in some haste to say hello to you, subscribers, regular visitors, victims of search engines (North/South divide? Tit-rub?) etc to the new look website. This is the fifth full...
Category: Presteigne
Radio HSBC
We all popped into Hereford today, to buy some creosote to get over my clothes and into my eyes and also to some extent on our ricketty backyard fence. Also, I planned to visit...
Apocalypse Weekend
Now, here’s a thing. That great man Cosmic Smiles has posted the whole of the ‘Apocalypse Weekend’ Sheep Music feature film on You Tube. I wrote most of the ‘script’. The crew had been...
HSBC and the virtue of profit.
I think this blog is going to be about economics. I’m not an economist. But since they seem to know bugger all anyway, I don’t see why any entirely unqualified bloke-in-the-pub shouldn’t chip in,...
Good weekend so far, touch wood.
We drove to Cambridge yesterday to pick up some stuff, and on the way I bought the Radio Times and i, both of which had favouable things to say about the psycho-geography show on...
A Load of Sunday Night Night Music
One of the things I like about writing non-fiction is that it is easier to deal with coincidences than it is when you’re writing fiction. Coincidence does exist in fiction, of course, but you...
The Presteigne One
On the morning of Thursday 17th of June, I was having a bit of a lie-in. I’d been at an all day meeting in Birmingham on the day before, and had finished the meeting...
The Seventies revisited and other matters
Hard to know where to go tonight. The news is full of the IMF coming in to prop up failing economies, Lib-Lab pacts, swingeing public spending cuts, and Blair Peach. I guess that takes...
The strange death of Labour in England
I was breakfasting in Elda’s Colombian Coffee House recently, chatting with my pal Nat, who told me about life out on the stump. Nat knows a bit about it, having stood for Parliament on...
Never did me any harm…
Today the Tories, aided by Michael Caine, unveiled their plans for a version of National Service, what you might call National Service Lite. It won’t be compulsory, but will combine a few weeks of...
Our Cause is Your Cause
So said Gordon Brown, launching the New Party’s election campaign today. Surely he meant to say, Your Cause is Our Cause; which is to say, we, as elected politicians will attempt to find out...
760×151, your teeth are like stars, roger kite philosophy presteigne
I’m just coming up to a year of posting stuff (occasionally intermittantly, I admit); and in a week or so I’m over to Perry’s for a bit of a web-site zhoosh up, so the...
Washday Blues
Charlie is living with her old Dad at the moment, which is top, but we are both on our uppers, and I’m currently unable to afford the services of Rachel at LaundryToTu, the internet...
Gentlemen, The Queen!
I’ve just got back from The Mayor of Presteigne’s Annual Fund Raising Sunday Lunch, where I had been asked to give a short after-dinner speech. I like doing this kind of thing, and I’m...
Another shitty fucking day of life
Back in the day, when I managed the Quinto bookshop at 48 Charing Cross Road (which address, psycho-geographers might argue, encodes the famous old shop at No. 84), I used to catch the 38...
Living on the Front Line
I’ve been putting together a compilation CD for Finbar’s 17th birthday. Finbar is the son of a friend, and for the last couple of years, he’s come with Your Dad to Pilton. He’s a...
