Month: September 2003

Bomb Bandits.

I’m dead chuffed. Sarah and Paul have asked me to be one of the two ushers at their wedding. That’s brilliant – made my day!

Not sure that this Grauniad article tells us anything much that we didn’t know already. I seem to recall the BBC’s Andrew Marr saying on television and radio, as well as in his newspaper articles, and on more than one occasion as early as the Labour conference last year, that he had the distinct impression (meaning, I suspect, that Campbell had told him so) that Alastair Campbell would step down at the end of 2003 at the latest, simply because he was fed up with the job. It may be just my memory playing tricks, but I’m sure that’s the case. The article lends yet another "my friend Alastair" angle, but overall I’m underwhelmed.

Charles Bronson, RIP.

I don’t get it with these dodgy geezers than run off with teenage girls. (Actually, it would probably be more worrying if I did get it!). Why do they always head for Scotland? Granted, Scotland has large areas of sparsely inhabited countryside, and you’d think that would make a great place to hide, but the reality is that anyone that is out of the ordinary sticks out like a sore thumb. You’d probably be better off hiding in Birmingham or London or some other place where nobody talks to their neighbours, and where "unusual" relationships are more tolerated and more commonplace.