Andy's Glasses

David Bowie is dead. And this is not like ‘Ziggy Stardust is dead’ or ‘Aladdin Sane is dead’, this is for real and permanent and forever. Yet when celebrities die, its different from when, like, Uncle Morty dies. You don’t know them. You don’t speak to them. You’ve never met them, other than perhaps some – Read More-

Wow! That’s all you can say about Star Wars, part 14, The Empire… becomes empirical? Eats people?? Does something dastardly against furry creatures??? Whatever they call it, the latest Star Wars movie is simply brilliant. I loved it. I lived it. I hadn’t been in an x-fighter jet since 1973 but, like riding a bike – Read More-

So as the honeymoon begins for Johnny and Tali today, the honeymoon for the weather here in Israel changes. Yesterday it was Mediterranean spring, today its Midwest Hurricane. Wet, dark and really really windy. But heh, we never expected summer here; not in Jan, and other than yesterday morning, we didn’t get it. Thus we’re – Read More-

So we flew once more. Arrived at Ben Gurion airport, ran out, grabbed the car (in reality this took an incredibly impatient and frustrating 40 minutes, for a car pre-booked and arranged) drove into Tel Aviv (20 minutes on a good night) and arrived at the restaurant for the ‘pre-wedding; friends-from-over-somewheres dinner’ just an hour – Read More-

So we arrived back this morning. Landed 6am. At (fucking) Gatwick. An airport designed to be as inconvenient and inaccessible as possible for me. There’s no easy way to get there; there’s no quick way to get there. There’s not even a relatively shitty way to get there. But heh? Small (ish) price to pay – Read More-

We’re in Negril, Jamaica. In a place called ‘7 mile beach’. I really don’t have to explain why its called that. If we walk 5 miles along the beach, we’re in Negril. Big town. 34 people live there. But its not about the town (which is why we haven’t bothered going there), its about the – Read More-

The thing with resort type holidays is that the days are all (fabulously, miraculously, divinely) similar. Whether we choose to swim first, then walk a few miles up the beach, or go cycling in the gym before breakfast or before lunch, or which restaurant you eat which meal in, is all subject to whim. And – Read More-

I’ve been watching BBC World News service out here. Because I like the news. No, I love the news. I’m a news-whore. Can’t get enough. And you realise, watching BBC World Shit, that there actually isn’t enough. Not for me, and not to fill 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, f’rever and’ever. So – Read More-

So another fine year draws to its inevitable close. New Year’s Eve. And with it the obvious need and desire to work out whether this year past was a good one, whether improvements need to be made to ensure next year might be made even better. Changes to lifestyle, to diet, to plans and aspirations. – Read More-