Archive: June 2002

I’m hunting howses… So, I’m in cambridge, in a webcafe, sitting at a horrible keyboard and wishing I’d gone to CB1, which is more expensive, but nicer to use. Yesterday, I wandered around Cambridge and websites connected with the hunting…

Every so often I am reminded of why I read. My brothers do not read. I’ve sucessfully convinced one of them to read – and enjoy – Transmetropolitan, and the other has been known to read the occasional book, but…

Every so often I am reminded of why I read. My brothers do not read. I’ve sucessfully convinced one of them to read – and enjoy – Transmetropolitan, and the other has been known to read the occasional book, but…

I have a small scared dog, physically shivering, and trying desperatly to hide underneath my bed because he is terrified of fireworks, and the Town Council waited until twenty to 11 to let them off. The dog is normally too…

It was a bright and sunny night. No, hang on. It was a dark and stormy summers… nope. Hmm. It was a day. Not a cold, miserable day. Nor a humid, drenched shirts day. No, this was an English bank…