Following on from a groundbreaking article (car ban or carbon?) written on the traffic congestion plague affecting Oxford, investigative journalist Jan Futchinelle's latest piece focuses on the roads themselves. With kind permission, what follows is the full and recently published article, which many point to as responsible for triggering the recent wave of local popular… Continue reading the state of our roads
My dearly devoted Readers, how often I am asked: "What news of Oxford, friend! Tell us, won't you just?" Alright, alright, okay, I press pause on my own humble ramblings and offer-up an answer to this very query. Here, I present a shooting star amongst Oxford's Glitterati, a journalist I strongly identify with, delivering the qualities of… Continue reading car ban or carbon?
Although a familiar face and often seen in the city of Oxford, I had no idea as to his name. Adopting the style of an over-fed 11th century Anglo-Saxon peasant, he wore the same brown rags and moss-green holed jumper every day. A length of thick rope tied around an expansive waist, held up his trousers.… Continue reading phone a friend
Well, not a contortionist as such, more a yoga teacher. Technically-speaking, I'm not altogether sure if extortion is quite the right word, but along with her American gentleman friend, she robbed clients blind. However, the real scandal is I let them go. I did not report them to the police or to the Yogi High Commission,… Continue reading Extortionist Contortionist
Looking at how I set out my table when in a cafe, I will concede to the casual observer something evident to uggest behaviour akin to OCD. I rationalise this, by telling myself the layout is practical, logical, of good composition - easy on the eye and serving a good purpose in terms of energy… Continue reading the waitress part 1
“I didn’t want to become one of those legions of old men looked upon affectionately, who wear the same hat for the last twenty-five years of their lives, it becoming ever more grimy and ragged by the year.” This, the opening statement by a stylishly dressed gentleman sat opposite me on the train to London today. In actuality, this… Continue reading mon chapeau préféré
I prepare for running by buying the right clothes. No more the cotton t-shirt, absorbent and heavy with sweat. Instead, ultra light fabric, cut to a vest. A pair of double shorts. "Double shorts"? A tight-fitting, stretchy material, housed within a classically styled pair. A cap, to protect my head from the rain,… Continue reading running