Archive for May, 2009

How do you know when summer is here? It’s when men exchange their judgment for hideous trousers, fat people take their clothes off, and, bliss, it’s time to swim.


Scotland in sunshine is about as close to heaven as you can get, no question, but why is their traditional music, born of such a wild landscape, so sugary and shy? Pandas chat each other up faster…


Interviewing potential flatmates is tiring and dull, unless they’re very attractive, in which case it’s just awful awful awful