Welcome home Dandy.

Meet Dandy he's moved in with Kat and I. He was taken off the streets by the cat rescue in Canning Town in December and by all accounts he was in a bit of a state with no fur left on him and a food allergy that made him very ill. He's now living in Hackney with us and still looks a bit of a rat bag but he's well looked after and he's going to make a full recovery if he manages to stay awake or more than 5 minutes at any one time. To say this cat likes to nap is an understatement I have a theory that after his hard knock life on the streets he's now in cat retirement and aiming to make the most of it.

This is hilarious.

You know those times when...

you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

This Saturday afternoon I went down the main part of Covent Garden and whilst walking back to work via Drury Lane I saw this sideshow. The quiet looking city boy on the horse had got married earlier in the day and the brides family had obviously decided on some traditional Hindu marching the groom up the road on horse to the reception ceremony. Picture it 3 o'clock on a busy Saturday in central Covent Garden on a horse being walked at plod pace up one of the main thoroughfares. You could see the dread in his face as he got on the horse as about 150 tourists stood around pointing and taking photos of him. Things only got worse for the groom as the loud six piece band piped up in front of him to lead him up to the Royal Opera House(WTF? as they say) where the family were waiting. The 100 metre journey took a while so on top of the band you had the accompaniment of half dozen taxis honking their horns trying to weave their way through the growing crowd of bystanders, the groom's face was saying 'this was a much better idea six months ago' on it. To cap it all off when he finally reached his destination the family showered him with rose petals and the large crowd all cheered as he disappeared into the lobby of the opera house. Rather him than me.

Yeah Eddie!

I felt nephew Ed hadn't had enough blog coverage so I thought I'd give him his own post. Aside from being one of the worlds largest new borns he's also the worlds happiest baby who never cries and always has a smile for you. Missing you Ed.

One day clean

My chocolate habit has got a little out of hand recently so this week I've been working hard at getting it under control as I was feeling like Augustus and if left I would end up some fat, toothless blimp.

They're just jammin' man.

After the showdown Ray Barbee and Tony Alva jammed for everyone which sounds good but they got a bit noodley and it was verging on jazz sometimes. Tony Alva's a bit whatev's but Barbee's a legend and never stops smiling.

26 hours in Turin

Last weekend Kat and I were taken on a flying visit to Turin to go to the Vans Downtown Showdown (thanks NIck and Victoria) which was on the roof of the old Fiat building. It was my first visit to Italy and I got to hang out with some friends who I don't see too often like Jasper who was a party soldier that night and just about got home intact.