I got an email this morning from someone called Troy Parr. He thinks he knows me since he’s sure he can help me stop being unhappy and fat. The way to the holy grail of felicitation and lean-ness seems to be anatrim. But since I’m sort of okay on a good day, and I’m still…

For some reason when you promise to do something on a blog, you tend to do it  (or at least I do). So I’m going to promise to give JamesB his Emergence by Steven Johnson book back. While I’m on the subject, it’s great. I won’t go on too much, since you can just read…

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…