When I went to Glastonbury last year there was a misprint on my ticket. Instead of saying “Luke Wright,” it said “Like Wright.” This amused me for two reasons. Firstly, I think misspelling someone’s name is most childish, and therefore most effective way of mocking them. I don’t mean just a misspelling, but when you [...]

When I was seven I used to read a magazine entitled ‘Big.’ Despite what the name suggests ‘Big’ wasn’t a periodical concerning generously endowed males, but a teeny-pop rag along the lines of Smash Hits or the later, disappointing epistle ‘Top of the Pops’ Magazine.

Yes, before the age of eight I was a dedicated [...]

I’m the sort of person that people notice. That is, except when I want them to notice me. When I have a marketing budget of about £2000 people tend to do a pretty good job of ignoring me. But when I’m walking down Colchester High Street, Saturday morning at 1am thinking “please don’t kick [...]

Typically I haven’t been to the gym since my last post. This is what happens when I give my cynicism room to breath. Until I wrote that curmogeonly post last time round I genuinely was enjoying the gym, I was enjoying the exercise. However, to enable myself to write humoursly about it I had to [...]

The book I wrote with Joel Stickley is called Who Writes This Crap? It’s published by Hamish Hamilton. You can buy it from Amazon here.

Joel and I are now turning the book into a live show for Edinburgh 2008. I’ve also set up a Myspace account. Find us here

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Attempts to live my life as a cliche continue. It’s the New Year and I’ve taken up exercising at the gym. The gym is a strange place frequented almost entirely by skinny, depressing people that make you want to commit suicide on the spot. The UEA gym is even worse for as you cower bashfully [...]