My Dad likes cars. At various points of my youth he has taken on the guise of an amateur rally driver, all-round engine tinkerer and stock-car enthusiast. His love of Citroens has permanently rubbed off me and I’ve rarely attained the same feeling of liberation that he precipitated when he took the limiter off a [...]

Whether it’s the fresh Spring days or me making more of an effort, I don’t know, but I seem to be getting out of the house a bit more lately. And, as a result, I’ve been doing my best to look around my surroundings a little more as it feels like Winter has closed down [...]

A fresh consignment of Ladybird books has expelled any previous concerns that I might be making too many posts about them. A couple of weeks back I was surprisingly handed a large bag of scholastic versions of Ladybird books (Thanks Jen!) – some still with the class number and student name scrawled in tell-tale blue [...]

I’ve just rediscovered one of my all-time favourite albums. Playing it now slides a dizzying whirl of memories into my mind. Back in the summer of 1996 Underworld could do no wrong. The success of the film Trainspotting (which stands as a masterpiece ode to the chemical generation) had been firmly ingrained into the growing [...]

I should say that his book doesn’t belong to me. I slyly photographed it whilst visiting my parents a week ago and have spent a good portion of the week enviously wishing I owned it. Despite common opinion, I also think it’s perfectly acceptable to get excited about a book on fungi, especially when the [...]

April has laid down in front of us, rolled onto its back with hind legs in the air and is awaiting us to rub it’s damp belly. This weekend I did just that and returned to my homelands of the Yorkshire hills, away from the gnarly paths and crumbly thoughts of London. My aim was [...]