Napoleon III is in our back garden

. Everyone’s all about photos these days. I do like a nice picture (I spend a lot of time on Twitter, after all. You can’t turn around on there without bumping into a #fatcat or #catsoftwitter pic. And let’s not even talk about the other ones!). But the challenge, for me, is finding different things to snap, interesting things. The other day we’d made very vague plans to ‘go out

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Renting Cameras

. You may be having a Peter Kaye cheesecake moment here…”rent a camera ?……cameras, to rent? Renting? Cameras?” Why would you do that? As it turns out, quite a few reasons. Let’s ignore, for a moment, the chap who borrowed his son’s camera to record the trip of a lifetime to Las Vegas and spent the whole trip taking his own picture, and let’s talk about why you would want

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Reviewing Spar wine

So as I was reviewing SPAR wine (SPARValpolicella Ripasso, sent to us, retails at £10, on sale at £8 apparently) on Friday night, I remember thinking to myself “that’s a nice drop, very full taste”. Just a glass of it, obviously. And then, to try and look just a little bit like I know what I’m doing, I tried to describe it. And failed. There was something about it that I

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Airport Parking (groan)

. Airport Parking is one of those hidden costs and hassles of a holiday, one of the reasons we end up getting home tired. It’s not that it’s particularly difficult, but lugging suitcases around car parks in the cold (and sometimes rain) when you’ve got your plane/arrival clothes on is just a bit of a pain. I know we’re lucky to have a foreign holiday – didn’t think we’d get

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Wandering around Rome

. I was invited to join a bunch of journalists (I know, me, posing as a journalist) recently on a trip to Rome to learn about tyres and tyre safety with Bridgestone (see other post for the tyre stuff – you can thank me later). After the two days of serious stuff was over, we headed into Rome for a lovely dinner in the area “across the Tiber” Trastevere (Tevere

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The ‘Money Can’t Buy’ London Weekend

Ok, so just about everything on this weekend could be bought, so the title isn’t strictly speaking true, but….. Caity was 21 this month, and that gave us a bit of a (lovely) problem – what do you get a 21 year old these days? She’s moved in with her (also lovely) boyfriend so there aren’t really day to day things that she needs these days.  Anything spotted online or whilst out

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Planning a Roadtrip With Bridgestone

. Roadtrip! Planning is well underway for the Summer holiday. The ferry’s booked, currency ordered, passports located and guide book read from cover to cover. Okay, T picked up the guide book during the ad break in Corrie, but that counts I think, doesn’t it? We’re doing another road trip to a currently secret destination. If it’s half as lovely as the gite we shared with old friends last summer,

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Memories from Germany

. Sometimes things come back to you – fleeting memories that make you smile.  I have a few that crop up every now and then, and they’re quite familiar. Occasionally though, you recall one of those memories from a long time ago that you haven’t thought of in ages, and it *really* makes you smile. And with it come other memories. I had one of those the day I first

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Judie Tzuke at Ravenscourt Arts — A Review

. I’m a cheery sort of chap, quiet when I’m grumpy, but generally fairly easy going I think (WHAT????? Ed) so when I was grumpy for about 3 weeks last year, it was quite noticeable. I had seen that Judie Tzuke was playing the Union Chapel in Islington at a midweek gig, bought some tickets as a surprise and was sitting at work, looking forward to it as I’d loved

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Pens – why we should start writing again

. I know we’re all mad busy running around after people, chasing work and doing what our boss “needs” (sometimes I think our bosses actually need something else entirely but that’s another story) but I want you to do something for me, dear reader. I want you to write a letter to someone. A nice letter too, not one from “Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells”. Because nice letters really make a

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