At last, Big Bubbles (no troubles) is pleased to announce the publication of our first book, Tuna and Waffles by Ade Rixon. Available for a measly fiver or so from Lulu, it's a rollicking compendium of student humour culled from tattered ten year old copies of The Courier, and... »

Two recent notable mentions for my photography that would otherwise pass unnoticed: Fourth place in the PhotographyBlog Autumn-themed monthly competition. PhotographyBlog also interviewed me as part of their gallery member spotlight series.... »

Lonely? Depressed? Filled with despair and feeling suicidal? You're probably best not downloading these Scarlet Martyrs MP3s then - now available once more following a long, and we're sure much-needed, absence.... »

Empty Spaces is being highlighted on GBlogs today, so we'd like to say "hellooo" to you all in a delightful Leslie Phillips voice. But really, following the unwritten rule of blogs (now written down: "all blogs not written by Anna Pickard are crap"), you should go here.... »

the other night discriminating against tent pegs on the basis of their sexual orientation: bent or straight. Then I swore at the pile of bent ones, which was bigger than the straight pile, and threw them out. No letters please. I used to bend tent pegs with my foot, which... »

Just something in my eye.... »

It's not that I video-ed the match. I'm just sick of hearing about bloody football. (Actually, nobody else round here wants to talk about football anymore either. What happened? Did it finally bore all of you too?)... »

Overheard on the tram last Friday evening, from young man with English flag painted on face (or perhaps it was a sign of the plague) who had possibly been drinking: "Think I'll go home and beat the wife 'cos I'm an Argie baaaarstad!!!" Paul Gascoigne is Argentinian?? (It's not that... »

somehow escaped a mention in either the Bloggies or the Anti-Bloggies. Or indeed, on any other site anywhere on the net, according to Google. We couldn't think why. Just because all we do is rehash endless Grauniad stories and make bleedin' obvious snarky comments about obscure subjects that Americans wouldn't... »

up to Northumberland last week, I noticed that many placenames end in "heugh", which one imagines is the sound made by a Geordie after too many Newkie Browns. We broke our journey in Alnwick, an "historic market town" (aren't they all? What does the brown sign for Manchester say, "Monstrous... »

Over at Arghh, Matt's been baking bread, although he doesn't say whether he wore a gingham apron for this process as is traditional. At least, my mother always thought it traditional unlike, say, gobbing in the dough while it was rising, which she was quick to reassure me was... »

made titanic efforts for the Easter weekend but despite that, my wife & I reached Glasgow before midnight for our foot and mouth-free city break. Even though they selfishly never came through on their continual promises of cheap returns after two months of phonecalls to the booking line, and they... »

. Skinny ties were all the rage then, weren't they? What were they all about, as Stuart Maconie would say? Where did they come from? Whither did they go, or did they wither to nothing? You can't buy ties that slim anymore, and I should know because I've tried -... »