The Well-Tempered Clavier

My wife Margot is down with laryngitis which means that instead of writing worthy screeds for Fleet Street, or bits of drivel for Idle Tom the Publisher, I have spent the past few days looking after my sons.
 
You can imagine my bitter, bitter disappointment when I realised that I would be unable to make it […]

After two weeks of blissful holiday, it was time to re-open my most cordial relationship with Idle Tom the Publisher.
 
Strange as it seems, I don’t think he’d even realised I’d been gone.
 
"Oh hi Bill," he said. "Much happening?"
 
"Well not very much, no. In fact, not a dicky bird. Been on holiday in the soft south […]

I have a friend who is known simply as “The Killer”.
And that is because he’s very good at killing things. Animals a speciality. If you’ve got an animal, any animal at all that needs sending up to that great-pastureland in the sky, then The Killer is your man. He’s even been thinking of starting up […]

Apologies for my lack of blogging over the last week … kiddy holidays and all that. Larking on the beach at Studland is somehow infinitely preferable to wrangling with Idle Tom the Publisher.
 
Three months back, I went along to a drinks party in the swankiest part of Edinburgh - St Bernard’s Crescent. You’ll have seen […]