Ben says no one is reading blogs anymore, and he's right. Once bustling little communities are now like ghost towns. Ben reckons that this is good, that it'll be like it used to be, when people blogged with the freedom that came with no audience, from not knowing how to do it properly, from maki...

I've never really thought about this blog as a diary. Of course it's more about my life than my opionions on important things like; the state of the economy, the price of coffee, or transmedia storytelling. But it's not a strict record of what I've been up to, more just a collection of bits of...

Russell made me laugh the other day by reminding me that serious bloggers let (both) their readers know when they're away. Off for a couple of days fishing. Or boating down the Nile. That kind of thing. So I thought I should let it be known that I'll be in Glastonbury for a long weekend of tryin...

Hair. Cut.

Even Marcus is open for business once more. I reckon Woolies will be open again by the end of the week.

Sometimes it's not easy being me. I make all manner of bad decisions, decisions that cost. Today for instance I boldly went out into the big bad world in shorts and flip flops, confident I'd judged the weather well. Coming home I realised I had not, as the heavens opened. Squeaking as I walk...

I went to Russell's coffee morning this morning. It's the first time I've been, up till now I've just been lurking on the outskirts or lurching with jet lag when I could have gone. So it was great to go today and enjoy such a festive occasion. When I was talking to Richard, he asked me if I ...