It's a funny thing to worry about a statistics assignment after 20 years of writing columns for national newspapers.
I'm still in a deep depression over England. I was so pissed off by their display against Egypt, and even more so by the under-21s against Greece.
It is time, I have decided, to become more corrupt. Print journalism may be in a terrible state, but I still know quite a few print journalists who are getting some excellent freebies.
I sometimes wonder whether public transport in this country is secretly run by the Lord's Day Observance Society.
Conspiracy theories are articles of faith for the masses in an age of unbelief.
Time, I am told, to clear out the books from my study. After about two and a half years, it has been, I concede, long enough. Besides, not only is the ex-wife on my case, so is my daughter.
There's "probably no God", apparently. I read it on the back of a bus last year, courtesy of an advertisement paid for by the British Humanist Association.
One of the most realest meals there is in the so-called developed world is a hotel breakfast. I say this for a simple reason: no one - unless they are close to expiring - refuses it.
To A -- 's and E -- 's for dinner. They are great friends of the Woman I Love, so I am mindful of the need to be on my best behaviour.
A shocking, if preachy, exposé of the food industry.
I'm going to film my son's birth and pitch it as a gritty, fly-on-the-wall piece to Channel 4.
Why do so many people buy into what you call "the cult of positive thinking"?
Rod, Frank, Gus and Stuart just get through before the doors close on Stuart's briefcase.
Visitors to the Hovel are always amused - or appalled - by its eccentric features.
Being too broke to afford even going to the pub, I am busy wasting some time on Facebook. I suddenly notice that someone suggests I become friends with L-, whom I already know well in real life.
New technology offers ever more ingenious ways to turn the detritus of life into valuable forms of e
Toaster catch fire? Printer making odd noises? Don’t just throw old stuff away, or hide it in the sh
I've been putting it off, hopping up and down, tensing first one buttock then the other, waiting until the pain is insupportable . . .
Among the fragments of school history left in my brain is the phenomenon of St Vitus's Dance.
Only those already doing well are likely to gain from the Tories' marriage plans
Contrary to the expectations of some, the internet has boosted the written word
After a decade of bingeing on self-improvement we could spare a little more anger for the injustices
I've got my survival strategy: I'm going to get as close to John Cusack as possible.
The resolutions Sarah Palin, Simon Cowell, Tiger Woods and others should make this year
Right-wing bloggers have been established for years, but the left is catching up and 2010 will be it
It is a chilly evening, the first really cold one of the winter, but the sixth frame of the snooker final between Higgins and Ding seems to have been taking all year.
I'm not altogether sure Christmas dinner is a meal at all, let alone a real one; rather, it is the focus of all the faith, hope and joy - as well as the transgenerational neuroses and psychic dyspepsia - that we load on to tha
Like it or not, the recession is reshaping our domestic landscape. Time to consider seriously how th
Does climate change require women in poor countries to stop "popping them out"?