I’ve neglected my writings of late, settling instead for building perfect model Spitfires, watching amazing new Bond films and chasing my first threesome.  The past week in a nutshell.  Fitting then that I should write about my birthday night out, which just so happened to be one of the most unusual I have ever had.  The quiet …

I actually have no idea how I was managing to write every day when absolutely nothing of interest has happened in the past eon.  Of course it might have something to do with the fact that I’m lying around on my arse all day doing nothing at all constructive except for watching films and picking …

It appears that the fruits of my labours before, during and after the greatest first date in the history of first dates have fallen on deaf ears, taking their (leaf) from the baring trees.  Not for the first time affections lie elsewhere and I’m left to rue what might have been.  Once again the proverbial …

After a year away I have come to the decision to stop writing an entry every day.  This has come about twofold; one, because I’ve fallen into something of a rut and have very little interesting to say, and two, I’m boring both myself and you, dear readers, with trivialities.  Therefore in an effort to …

Feeling able to stray a little further from the comfort of the WC, I decide it’s time I updated my wardrobe a little and picked up some toiletries.  I’ve fallen into a handy, if slightly expensive pattern of running out of everything all at once, so I literally need to replace the entire contents of …

More of the same today dear readers.  I’m shivering and cowering under my blanket for most of the day, with frequent visits to the bathroom.  Only a couple of hostel dwellers are feeling 100%, and I do feel sorry for the new walk-ins unknowingly entering a biohazard.  Still the encouraging sign is that I’m forced …

Today sees the first anniversary of my world travels.  This time last year I was sitting on board a flight to San Francisco with everything and nothing stretched out before me like an unwoven tapestry you attempt to complete after several tequilas.  A Rainbow-Bright colour-in felt scene where you’ve scribbled over the lines.  A paint-by-numbers …

The first rule about the apocalyptic party is, don’t talk about the apocalyptic party.  That’s about as far as I’m allowed to go with that, otherwise I could potentially get a friend into trouble.  Perhaps if I publish a book at some point I’ll get round to telling you about it.  What I can say …

James Peter Alden supped tentatively on the sharp beer and coughed.  It wasn’t the best ale he’d encountered on his travels, probably as a result of the establishment.  There was little else to do on a chilly midweek evening but attend the debaucherous shenanigans kicking off in a local student bar.  It was the kind …