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- You May Be Wondering What I’m Doing Here: why this blog will not feature any photos of my cat, or allow people (or my cat) to criticise the lack of cat photos.
- Danger: Void Behind Door: a brief rumination on the fickleness of both women and space-time, and the possibility that access to some sort of primordial infinite darkness can be gained from the southbound Bakerloo Line platform at Waterloo.
- Crawling Up The Mile End Road: why buses, naked women and steamed puddings are synonymous in the minds of most middle-aged men, and why Boris’s obsession with helplessly drunk teenagers is so far proving a good thing.
- A Higher Evil: are independent bookshops their own worst enemy, or just my own worst enemy?
- 48 hours in Vigo: a man on a small trampoline explains how Sir Francis Drake would have dealt with Ryanair’s “no aeroplane” approach to cost cutting, and we find out what Galicians keep in their hold-alls.
- You’re So Quiet You Sound Like Aldershot: why it’s not just the lack of an internationally renowned art gallery, good tapas and an occasionally murderous independence movement that distinguishes Leyton from Bilbao.
- And When Did You Last See Your Husband Alive?: why Geneva is full of unwanted hair – and I don’t just mean the moustaches – and why I would rather our readers were responsible for the obliteration of the universe than purchased a Magnet Cubista Walnut kitchen.
- Kiss Me Again Like You Mean It: how I sacrificed my chance of being published by Canongate on the rough-hewn altar of truth, dignity and acceptable hyphenation practice, with a small digression into how dogless lesbians keep warm in Canadian snowdrifts.
- Jonathan, David, Carol and Me: why David Beckham is a true gent, Jonathan Ross can do no wrong, and Carol Thatcher will be getting her rice and peas delivered by Ocado in future.
- It’s Magnificent, But It’s Not The Station: how I was abducted by aliens from South Harrow station and had the true nature of Boris Johnson revealed to me.
- Christ On A Bike: The Boris Johnson Story, Pt.34: how the removal of bendy buses on route 507 inspired a new TfL competition to redesign the wheel in time for 2012.
- A Public Disservice: in which I am forced to bribe an elderly man in Wolverhampton with a spongey dessert in order to demonstrate to Richard Branson that trains are not planes and that privatisation is wrong.
