Sunday, 30 March 2014
As you may know from previous posts I’m running the London marathon in April. In fact in 14 days I'll be there in me ever so tight running vest squealing breathlessly in pain. Please revel in that image...
This is the last update/plea before I shut up banging on about running. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
I've wangled a place in this gruel-a-thon via a small north London charity known as Kith and Kids. They do mint work supporting young adults and kids with a learning disability or autism to overcome their social exclusion and learn new skills via weekly club and projects. You can check out more of their business on their website here.
I'm aiming to raise £1,500 to in aid of the charity and I'm close (within sniffing distance if one flares the nostrils) so if you can/feel the urge please donate a little money via the link below. It would be greatly appreciated...
Birthdays should never be spent at work and always made to last for as long as possible. After a weekend and Monday night booze up, Kathy's involved a Tuesday day off, a train ride to Colchester to ace seafood joint, The Company Shed and a some pints in the sunshine. Balearic times in Essex...
|Colchester is a bit like Croatia|
|Fuck off oysters|
|It's a shed|
Me work - PRS for Music - is celebrating its centenary this year and as result, there are a whole series of events going off to ring in this mad milestone. The opening one was a week long photo exhibition at the Getty Images Gallery with a star-studded launch going on. The likes of proper A-listers Bob Geldof, Gary Kemp and Cathy Dennis were all in attendance and all had the pleasure of being interviewed by moi. Lucky them. The day after was the centenary itself and culminated in a lovely staff bash in central London. The quality of an evening should always be judged by the size and grease quota in the following day's fry up. It was massive...
|Great view of the action|
|Edible centenary tat|
Hello spring. At last you're back in our lives. Thank fuck. The last few weeks have been total vibes and made even better by the sun returning after what feels like decades since he last came out and let it all hang out. Plus from today the clocks have changed so now the days are even longer. Phewee. What have been doing? Dancing at the Roundhouse to Despacio, the new balearic flex from James Murphy and Soulwax, eating kebabs and going to the seaside. Check it...
|Food is very dry in Chorley|
|Get fucked wankers|
|Saturday night in|
|Obligatory speaker snap at Despacio|
|Lost in dry ice|
|Up close and very personal|
|Being successful is gangsta|
|Windsor Castle's chicken is unrecognisable since the gentrification|
|They call it acid|
|Steve Ovett has been 'Han Soloed' in Brighton|
|Fucking fancy Bloody Mary|
|Fucking fancy espresso martini|
|First in to check out Topshop vs Adidas new collection. Karl Lagerfeld over here...|
|Don't do it|
|Our new work tea pot - game changing|