I am silly. A very silly boy. I’ve waited far too long to write up my recent trip to Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant (trans: village of the pigs over the bridge near the river in the valley or some such). Oh well. Any lapses in memory I will endeavour to plug with colourless made-up anecdotes.
On Smiling
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today to observe a short blog (yes, another one). In fact there’s barely any writing in this one, mainly on account of my having removed the tips of my fingers in an effort to commit a succession of top secret robberies whilst avoiding detection.
On the World Cup
England may have been pi$$ poor and the World Cup may nearly be over, but before we have to stare the Premiership full in the face again here’s my World Cup blog.
Or at least it began as a World Cup blog…
On Greg’s wedding
Hello chums – what gives?
It’s a beautiful day here in London: the sun is shee-aye-ning, the tits are beating the pigeons to the birdfeed on the balcony, and the World Cup – and World Cup ball – are in full swing, reminding me of the pleasures of working from home.
Could there be a better time to write a brief description of my recent trip to Singapore to attend the wedding of an old friend? In a word, “certainly not”.
On Stephen Fry
Oh. Allo.
This blog is about Stephen Fry. If you don’t like Stephen Fry you have come to the wrong place. Oh – and you’re a loser.
On Alan Watkins
A year ago an old friend of my father’s emailed me. “There’s someone you must meet,” he said. “His name is Alan Watkins and he’s one of your dad’s former Fleet Street cronies.”
On recent photographs taken by me, Saul Wordsworth
A big hello to those reading this, and a small one to those not.
Tonight, Matthew, I’m going to be dealing mainly in visual aids…
On Raphael Salaman (1906-1993)
Dear all,
Please take a moment to read this. Today’s blog doubles as an online petition to save an exhibition dedicated to my grandfather.

