Tuesday 15 February 2005

For the last four days I’ve been wearing one of those white cloth wristbands, for the make poverty history thing. Now I’m not a scummy, dirty, individual, but thing is, after just four days of wearing it, the pristine whiteness…

A rather splendid looking male pheasant strutted right out into the middle of the road on the way to work today. Big and bold, plump and tasty looking, it would have made a lovely meal, and he was asking to…