Unmitigated England

It's no good me making apologies, but my computer is playing extraordinary tricks and is so slow that I can walk faster with my legs ...

A New Year, new departures. Once that dead zone between Christmas and the end of the month was safely and agreeably negotiated, the first ...

We've talked a lot over the years of this blog about ordinary objects suddenly taking on human characteristics. You know the sort of t...

On Saturday evening My Neighbour Who Knows What I Like rang. "Get yourself down to Foxton Locks tomorrow. They've drained them an...

In many ways it was the high spot of the day. After all, it could only go down hill after this lot. We have this annual beano in London th...

A few weeks ago I promised I'd tell you when the signed and numbered special edition of Preposterous Erections was available. Wel...

I've been reading Ian Nairn's incomparable Nairn's London recently, and mused over his phrase, used a couple of times, of p...