A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Potato

28 March

Releasing the inner Da Vinci

Inside all of us there is a demiurge, a primal creative instinct to make something that wasn’t there before. Admittedly this inner Da Vinci is hidden deeper in some than others, but nevertheless given time, materials and an ounce of self-belief, it is bound to emerge.

How about some Jethro Cull?

Amongst the many scraps of knowledge that I’ve picked up since I arrived at Pilsdon in March, one of the most obscure has to be how many people it takes to carry a cow.  And so I can now divulge this to you too, dear reader : seventeen.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Economic Crisis

I have become used to the expression of mild astonishment that flits across people’s faces when I explain to them that until recently I had been working for years in the mobile phone software industry in London.  Maybe it’s something to do with my ever-lengthening beard and hair that make me look more like a Viking marauder (albeit a bespectacled one) than an urban professional. Or perhaps it’s just that the world I now inhabit is such a long way from that of inner-city London, on most measures you can think of.