To not to Fringe

The Edinburgh Fringe early bird deadline has passed and I have not put in a show application or even made any provisional enquiries. For those not in the know, the…

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More about hops

I missed an entry last week, mainly because I forgot. It’s commitment like that that gets me all the traffic here. So much traffic. I may as well talk about…

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The two-year mark

This week marked two years since I arrived back from New Zealand. I had been travelling for more than 30 hours, then passed through through an eerily quiet Paddington Station…

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Hop to it

A few months ago, I moved my hops from the unexpectedly shady veg patch to the border at the front of the house. They say that the first year for…

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Unmasked

For the first time in almost two years, I ventured out of the house without my trusty face mask. Actually, this is not strictly true. I don’t take it on…

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14 years a hack

This week marks my 14 years of experience as a journalist. It wasn’t an intentional career path. I just applied for a reporter job at a local paper, got an…

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In an ideas world

I was chatting to my old comedy partner, aged 46, about what the future holds. He has no direct information on the future, despite what he may claim. He turned…

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