Aah, the Wellcome Collection, my favourite museum in London. I like it so much, in fact, that I named my other blog after their tagline: “the free destination for the incurably curious”. It’s within pissing distance of Euston station, yet hardly anybody seems to know it’s there. It’s hiding like plain sight, like a…er, Panamanian […]
Anyone who has ever known me – or indeed, stood within 20 feet of me in a nightclub – will know that I cannot dance. My inability to co-ordinate any two parts of my body at the same time gives me, in times of unbridled merriment, the appearance of an over-inflated wacky waving inflatable arm […]
I have always secretly fancied taking a RIB ride down the Thames, even though it does seem like a bit of a touristy thing to do. After all, speedboats are fun. Especially when the chap at the wheel tries to do boat wheelies while the James Bond theme blares out.