It’s amazing what you can fit into one case Well, I say case, I just managed to fit 90% of my life into one big ol’ Guinness holdall. And to be honest I found it bloody liberating. See, it’s not the first time in the last six months that I’ve had to have a bit of a … Continue reading »
Well, despite everything I’m on the hunt for a Mrs Jonesy. Heh, why the fuck not, women are amazing after all aren’t they? Well I say A Mrs Jonesy, ideally I’d like to go for THE Mrs Jonesy – shit, two long term relationships I’ve had thus far and blooming heck I don’t think I … Continue reading »
Who just served you that glass of wine? Who just made your Latte? Who just greeted you at that museum? Who just checked you into that hotel? Were they white? Oh, they were. Were they foreign? Oh, they were. Well, you may have had a few thoughts running thru your bonce…”another bloody foreigner“, “shit drinking … Continue reading »
Well, I don’t really know how to start this post, I just know I havent posted for a bit and well…this week deserves an update I’d say. So, where the heck do I start? OK Lets be positive – I have a frigging job. Not what I was looking for in any way shape or … Continue reading »
Suppose yesterday should really go down as a page or so in the book but, I thought I’d bung it on here. Well, 2nd March, 2011 the day I turned 33 and the day I had no home, no paying job, no kids, no car, no cash card, no TV and…anyway you get the jist..twas … Continue reading »
Well, here’s an experiment in “Social Capital”. As long time readers of this blog know I’m now in a situation where I’m both homeless and jobless (book writing aside) I’m busting my backside to find a job, any fucking job, which has accommodation included. I’m doubtful that there’s a pub in London that hasn’t seen … Continue reading »
Well, here’s a new experience to add to the book. I spent the other day with an undercover journalist inside Guy Ritchie’s mansion. Here’s not the place to go into how I was with a BBC journo but well, so far he’s the only journalist to actually get into the squat, let alone get any … Continue reading »
For those that don’t understand the new world of social media, or indeed the new world I thought I’d answer a few questions people have been firing at me. A…it IS a new world, do you think the people of Egypt got together by posting letters to each other or phoning each other? Er, no, … Continue reading »
I stepped over the wad of £20 notes strewn across the Heathrow hotel room floor and my phone went off, twas another nude picture message from Ella, the fit as hell 24 year old from Bristol that wanted some action as she wasn’t getting it from her boyfriend. I had a sip of the champagne … Continue reading »
Woo hoo…..a part three! Although ?I cant be that fucked to go over all the rest of the shenanigans that went on at the hotel at the moment. I’ll save those for the book…yes the book is happening! Oh, the tumblr logo, I’ll explain that later, well as much as I can So, where the … Continue reading »
