That completes two Internet-less weekends due to the nasty raspy noise coming from my computer's hard-drive that may or may not mean it will never work again.

If you, like me, say you never have enough time, try this: put a cover over your computer like you might with a parrot's cage, then see how much time you have.

Could this be my first step towards a tech-free future?

The backlash begins!

One man's take on binge drinking in the UK.

In the running for most amusing dogwalking story of the week.

Whilst walking through the park, a rottweiler the size of a small Shetland pony came belting up to us. Its owner wasn't far behind, shouting 'Bluebell, Bluebell, come here!'

Trailer for The Corpse Bride, as worked on by my brother, the UK's premier eyelid maker. Allegedly.

I dropped off a cheque or two at the post office just now and received a perfectly printed whump of a stamp on the receipt.