Recent Blog Posts

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  • 09th
  • Nov

Me & Generation Jones

(We got a thing goin' on...)

If you were weaned on The Wooden Tops… if you associate Cher with Sonny … if Joni Mitchell makes you misty eyed… never mind. Welcome to Generation…

  • 02nd
  • Nov

Giving Birth To A Website

The Angst of a Novice Nursing Cybermother

  • 26th
  • Oct

The Stag Party With No Males

Disappointed does at a deer rut in rural Andalucía

We were six consenting adults gathered in the wilds…

  • 25th
  • Oct

Cyberstalker Part 2: Quarrying the Prey

So I finally got to meet Graham Hunt, the internet marketing guru I’ve been stalking for nearly a year!

The publisher of the world’s first…

  • 19th
  • Oct

An Interview Format Learned from Proust

A great idea for bloggers

Ralph Fiennes detests Facebook and Twitter, Anthony Hopkins deplores self-righteous freeloaders and Brigitte Bardot doesn’t ever recall being happy. But they have one thing in common; they’ve all been ‘Proust Questionnaired’ by Vanity Fair magazine.

  • 15th
  • Oct

Los Barrios Spain

Centre of the Universe

If we are what we eat – and my bathroom scales support that theory – are we also where we live?

I looked in the mirror last week and saw a country bumpkin, so yes…


  • 12th
  • Oct

How I Became A Cyberstalker

Meet my 'victim' and check out his great iPad mag

If you’d told me, a year ago, that I’d write a lifestyle feature for an ipad magazine  for a man I’ve never met for no fee, I’d have said you…

  • 12th
  • Oct

Why The Campo de Gibraltar Rocks!

It's a great place to live in Spain

  • 11th
  • Oct

If You’re A Journalist You’re Not OK

Journalism joins lumberjacking on Worst Jobs list

Ever since Monty Python’s Lumberjack Song, there’s been something  ‘nudge-nudge, wink-wink’ about chopping down trees for a living. Conversely, being a journalist used to be OK. It was a career with kudos (think Woodward and Bernstein); it was the brilliant retort to the cocktail party question, “And what do you do for a living?” that…

  • 08th
  • Oct

Turner Prize Honours ‘The Excremental Form’

But is it 'Art'?

The ‘art experts’ who brought us old urinals, piles of bricks, a pickled shark and an unmade bed have excelled…