La Belle France, here I come

We’re off to France today for the Exbrayat centenary celebrations. (Antoine’s post about his grandfather’s history lectures amused me a great deal; even funnier considering that he is writing about something that happened in 1977, the year I was hatched.) Back Sunday, but inshallah there will be internet and I can blog about the […]

Back in bed

I passed whatever virus I have to Antoine, went back to work yesterday, then came home last night and was promptly struck down again. I’m on doctor’s orders to stay away from people and in bed, which is what I’m doing. So you’re probably still waiting on email from me. Sorry. (And thanks for the […]

Bye-bye, Borders

I won’t be shopping there anymore. Now I just need to find out what Foyles’ stance is on freedom of speech. How depressing that I’m not overly confident that they are in favour.

Me in Doctor Who

If you’re one of the few people I haven’t subjected to the story of how I got to be in the new series of Doctor Who, this entry is for you.
Years ago, for my sins, I recapped the original British series of Queer as Folk, one of the best television shows ever to air, for […]

Talk to a human

Thanks to Cheapflights.co.uk for this very handy telephone cheat sheet on their site, which helped me get around Lastminute.com’s insistence on only providing an online form for their customers to get in touch. (When you’re flying in less than 24 hours, you really don’t want to rely on an online form, do you?)

The return of the Singleton Diet

The Adam Smith Institute’s Madsen Pirie has taken over The Singleton Diet. This is the kind of easy, compulsive reading that’s good for those times when you’re feeling down and tired and have no idea what to do with yourself. Or so I hear.

Bill O’Reilly needs an intervention

The transcript of his appearance on Letterman…Egads. Someone put him out of our misery already.

Live blogging in Rome

Blogging from inside the Vatican (inside St Peter’s, actually), because I can - though I hope my grandparents aren’t rolling in their graves. The Pope is giving his New Year’s Eve Mass. What a spectacle.

Gobble gobble

FYI: I’m in the US for Thanksgiving, so blogging should be light while I get heavier.

The blog as carrot

I have an insane amount to do this weekend, so I’m going to save blogging as my reward for completion of tasks. (If there’s a more thrilling way to live than this, I don’t want to know about it.)