I may have mentioned that I’m okay at swimming once or twice. In the pool my body seems to know what it’s doing. On dry land though, I’m like a, well, fish out of water. To put it mildly, I’m clumsy. That’s another foible to add to the chronic absent mindedness that resulted in me…

In case you were wondering, the self imposed exile from the web wasn’t pure indolence. Blogging was beginning to run me, rather than the other way around. Simple as that. It’s healthy to read your own blog from time to time and have a look at the person coming out- and sometimes it wasn’t me. …

It’s time to meekly shuffle back into blogs and stuff.  Not least because the ever charitable Rob Campbell threatening a sit down meal with Andy if I don’t. Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad, since sausages would have been on the menu. But there you go. Good morning.

I’m going away for awhile. Nothing  major, it’s just time for a blogging holiday. We’re away over Easter anyway, I’ve got tons to do but it’s more than that. This blog is nearly a year old, and it’s very different to how it started. Some of that is good –  it’s less naive, it doesn’t…

Right, I’m about 1 hour away from a pretty big presentation (I’d prefer to call it a conversation since ‘presentation’ means ‘one way’). A month’s work is either going to go up in smoke or totally refresh their business. Am I nervous? I most certainly am. I hate presentations, but I kind of love them…

One of my less auspicious claims to fame is eating spaghetti bolognese as an evening meal –  for three months in succession. I was student, I needed fuel for swimming and other stuff, and beer came first. yes, no one knows more about this meal than I, every variation was explored in the quest for…

I’m pretty good at one or two things. I can swim well, touch my nose with my tongue and stuff. So why on earth am I such a complete fool in othere areas? Why is it I can hold any number of conflicting ideas in my head, yet I’m also an absent minded feeb? Take…

I’m horrifyingly busy at the moment, which is good of course since I like what I do. For example, I spent yesterday morning writing about coffee, tea and a nice place to chat – this was supposed to be work. It’s come at the right time since I’ve got a buggered neck from sleeping funny,…

Anyone dare post about Sir Sorrell? I don’t.

So it was the Northern Planning excursion to Manchester last Thursday. Gemma, Rob, Simon and JamesB all made it, along with some new faces from Love and Chris. Somehow I managed to not take a single picture of anyone, sorry about that. Yet I did get shot of the tinnies I shared with JamesB on…