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Paul Smith – Fashion Designer
I watched a documentary the other day on the banking industry and for someone who as a child, struggled through tears of rage as my father told me how obvious it was that y=log 2 x, it was bloody difficult to follow, no matter how simplistic the narrator tried to make it. It turns out that if my father (mathematical genius and nuclear scientist) had worked in today's environment, he may well have, if he was morally corrupt enough, given up ...
Guy Fawkes and all That!
I know it is two days since the event but for some reason, this year I have been really intrigued by the origins of Guy Fawkes Night/Bonfire night/Fireworks night. This stems from a friend of mine Neale, commenting on Facebook that you never see kids doing "Penny for the Guy" around the local area anymore. It is, it seems, a thing of the past. Like everyone else, I have always known that November the 5th was associated with Guy Fawkes and ...
Me and My Mates Down at the Tax Office!
I got a letter from the tax office the other day and this is what it said; We have now written to you three times asking for the overdue amount shown above (£1700.95 with interest) but our records show you still have not paid or contacted us. If you do not pay or contact us we may decide to contact a Debt Collecting Agency to collect this amount for us. I'm not sure if Costa Coffee, Google, Amazon or the likes of Peter Green get ...
‘Crap Towns’ Returns
Doesn't time fly. It is ten years since I received a gift from someone (one of the kids I expect) which was a book called 'Crap Towns.' This book was a best selling stocking filler listing the worst towns in Britain, describing urban sprawls, drug invested shut down shopping centres and explosions of crime. Most of the voting on these towns, it would appear, comes from disaffected folks from within or people voting on towns where their ...
A Tale of Christianity, Marriage and Morals!
Many years ago I worked with a chap called Andrew who came from a prosperous Christian family who lived on the banks of the River Thames in Marlow. Andrew, a keen rower and a structural engineer in the City became, despite our different upbringings, a firm friend. On the few occasions I go to London I meet up with Andrew, who during the time I knew him, got married to Lorraine, a demure and very classically English lady who always came across ...