Memoirs Of A Fire Hazard

When I left you we had finally got into room 126 at Hotel Vila Gale Ampalius in the Algarve resort of Vilamoura. Well over three hours have...

It's 3.30am on Saturday June 29 2013. I've only been in bed for four hours. I've been to watch another dismal Saints performan...

I went to see Robbie Williams on Friday night. As with everything else in my life, I did this 10 years after it was 'cool' to do s...

I've completely given up on my film blog, so in a cynical attempt to get you to read my thoughts on the films I see I'm going to wri...

It's not difficult to get inside a mind like mine. A mind like mine. I'm not even sure there is such a thing. The more I think a...

You won't have heard from me in a while. Unless you are Emma, the doctor or the pharmacist you certainly won't have seen me since Ba...

Where to begin with this one? Unfathomable. Mind-blowing. But most of all more than a touch depressing. It's an emotive subject, so ...

Something happened at work today which led me to today's topic. It was a small, fairly trivial incident but it got me to thinking about...

I was in a vile mood last night. For whatever reason I had the rage. In the midst of this rage I made a mistake. With the anger and vitri...

Most of you will already have worked out why this column is called Memoirs Of A Fire Hazard. You're a particularly clever and pretty bu...

I'm so fucking sick of myself. Why don't I, instead of updating my Facebook status 100 times a day, do a few more lengthier article...

A little analysis of one's own work is a scary but a good thing. Looking back on some of the recent entries on these pages I have notic...

I don't think, even in my blogging heyday, I ever published two pieces on the same day. Blogging heyday. What the fuck? By this I m...

It's been on my mind that I haven't written for a while. In fact, my lack of input recently undoubtedly contributes to my general l...