Rumour has it that Kottu is 10 years old. I say "rumour" because no one is exactly sure on this, but it's about 10 years old. Sometime around now.Never one to fear a rapidly retreating bandwagon I'm going to catch the thing, jump on it and wish Indi and the thousands of staff behind Kottu's ongoing maintenance a very happy ...

Last week, while hanging around the metropolis of Serendib, I went to the opening night of the exhibition at Barefoot, a place you just might be aware of.C had one of her newly christened Barefoot sulks about this. I've decided to label them because they happen frequently and laughing at your partner, particularly when they don't find it funny, is ...

I know, I know, you don't hear from me for ages and then two come along in a row, like buses.I didn't intend for there to be a follow up post to my last one, but rather sadly the need arose.Last Friday, a few hours after I'd written that post, I went to see my Dad in hospital. Thankfully he's ...

It's been a while and, by Mahinda, things have changed! I'm one of the many who share the feelings of optimism and hope for the Motherland. The one thing I never dreamed was that the downfall of the regime would be democracy itself. A coup, an assassination or an invasion seemed far more probable to me, which is kind of ...

About a year ago K, my youngest, gave me a denim shirt for Christmas. I don't think it was particularly expensive but I love it. It's got that "aged" look, the one we all pay extra for because we can't be bothered to actually wait until our clothes really age. Which is only actually a few months as they're mostly ...

I've just signed another two year lease on my apartment and one of the things that cropped up in my mind as this was going on was the idea of a bit of a mass tidy up.That's not to say my apartment is some sort of man's disaster area in terms of mess and dirt. Not at all, in fact ...

I've noticed something in the last couple of years. Just about everyone I know, including me, has got to that "certain" age.It's that certain age when our near vision starts to deteriorate, when we're all in denial and battling it. Which means that only a few actually possess reading glasses.The rest of us, when presented with a page of ...

The view from my apartment. The top picture shows the normal level of the Thames, though snow is a rare occurrence in these parts. The second picture shows the wate level last week. It's about four foot higher. Thankfully it looks like it's settled a bit today and there's another four or five foot to go before it gets to the level of my floor. But it's not great.Posted with Blogsy

Yes I'm vain. As are all my family to be honest. Anyone who know us knows it would be futile for me to even attempt to deny the charge. And I've been battling my own mind on this for a while, but I've finally admitted it to myself; I'm bothered about baldness.For the last few years I've had a decreasing ...

I stumbled on this blog post the other day, seemingly telling us that the New Yorker deems it ok to refer to a blog post as a "blog"."Aaaaargh" I say. It's one of my pet hates and has been for a few years. A blog is a virtual place that contains a collection of blog posts, an abbreviation of the ...

So we've brought in a consultant at work in an attempt to sort out some issues we've been having and improve some other things.By nature I'm cynical of consultants. Just the word makes me think of expense without return and people who swan around blowing hot air and theory but don't produce. I hope this chap will be different though. ...

I got talking with some friends in Singapore the other about kids these days, their devices and their constant connectivity. I don't know how well you know Singapore but every time I visit I'm struck by the total immersment in smart phones across just about every age group. Get on the MRT and you'll see teenagers, young adults and ...

Cerno put up a post, you know the way he creeps in quietly like a stealth blogger. And then fuck me if Java only goes and notches one up on the bedpost too. Well I'm not going quietly, so felt a need to add to the collection of old bloggers who rarely post these days but have written one recently. ...

Paddy (similar to rice) grows in the hill country of Sri Lanka, a small island just underneath India and run by China. White flags made of old material like T shirts, trousers and sometimes even sarongs; a traditional form of dress worn by locals and tourists, fly in the traditional manner. Ancient hills, soon to be demolished to make way ...

I had a gig last week with the Tina Turner tribute band I've been playing with for about a year now. It's not the most taxing gig in the world musically but I enjoy it and figure it's a step on my musical journey into obscurity.On the afternoon of the gig I noticed that a friend of a friend (we're ...

I had a gig last week with the Tina Turner tribute band I've been playing with for about a year now. It's not the most taxing gig in the world musically but I enjoy it and figure it's a step on my musical journey into obscurity. On the afternoon of the gig I noticed that a friend of a friend ...

Thanks for remembering me Cerno. And I am still around, just resting. I even started to write a post yesterday, my first one in months, then abandoned it as I froze. Not literally of course. Well it was literally, in that it pertains to writing, but not literally in a hot vs cold sort of way. I miss the old ...

Thanks for remembering me Cerno. And I am still around, just resting. I even started to write a post yesterday, my first one in months, then abandoned it as I froze. Not literally of course. Well it was literally, in that it pertains to writing, but not literally in a hot vs cold sort of way. I miss the old ...

Monday morning and I'm back at my desk after a week in the motherland. Damn. Yesterday was evidently my honeymoon period of being back. The weather was lovely in that very British clear blue sky with a crisp cold to the air way, I was pleased to see K, who popped round to see me and, though I missed C, ...

Monday morning and I'm back at my desk after a week in the motherland. Damn. Yesterday was evidently my honeymoon period of being back. The weather was lovely in that very British clear blue sky with a crisp cold to the air way, I was pleased to see K, who popped round to see me and, though I missed C, ...