Cromer’s Banksy

“Who is he? Who is he?” I removed my earphones just in time to realise my nan was talking to me, not recreating, albeit wrongly, a classic Big Brother moment. “Who is who?”  “This Banksy. Who is he?”  “An artist. Nobody knows who he is though.” “Someone must know who he is. Where does he … Continue reading Cromer’s Banksy

Book Locations

The door was closed. There was nothing I could do about it. Nothing legal at least. It didn’t mean I wasn’t miffed. The Oxford Bar is the pinnacle of unassuming boozers when seen from the outside. I was parched though. An unseasonably hot September day tag teaming with a hangover had given me a severe … Continue reading Book Locations

Traffic Light Travel

When did traffic lights transcend the traffic flow industry? Look around and they are everywhere. Highlighting the nutrients in the food that we eat, used as a sliding scale to determine how hot that Nando’s chicken we’re about to shove down our gullet is. A play on the Nandometer was even deemed the ideal way … Continue reading Traffic Light Travel