Karaoke happened. In the event, I neither shone nor basked in reflected glory. It was a very dark room.  Which was probably a good thing. In summary: power ballad / Disney / rap fusion. Inflatable guitars. Much laughter. Much alcohol. Much regret at never having taken singing lessons. Tempered slightly by the sad realisation that…

A member of my team at work is leaving this week. Cue the traditional exit strategy: a string of dubious singing performances accompanied by a significant amount of cake. Hence the rehearsals (both singing and cake related). So I’ve been debating with colleagues in advance of this evening’s karaoke extravaganza, the relative merits of singing…

Following the success of my wheel-procuring ventures last week, I have just spent a bank holiday weekend swanning about the country in a new car, mainly attempting to work out the function of the huge number of buttons, dials, knobs and screens that modern cars contain. So far, I’ve discovered that my car doesn’t agree…

Only last week, I had a superfluity of wheels. Of the sort attached to motorised vehicles. Roll on (sorry) a few days, and I’d struggle to cobble together the basic components of a unicycle. Most of the events leading up to this (temporary) state of affairs were intentional. Some, however, were not. The decision to…