What did you want to be when you were a youngster? I wanted to be a farmer. I had a whole animal inventory prepared, my wellie boots chosen and dungarees earmarked. My short lived love of agriculture blossomed when I lived next to a farm until I was...

There's some lovely McCain's stuff doing the rounds at the moment. The press ads are beautifully illustrated and work very nicely with the telly executions. After a quick neb at Campaign, I can attribute the work to Beattie McGuinness Bungay. I am...

Not that bottle, you impudent young scallywag. I wanted your finest wine. One with a bouquet of blisters and sock fluff, with a lasting ambiance of athlete's foot and sweat. Do take away this nonsense and furnish me with something palatable. There's a...

Unfortunately, this post isn't about Flash Gordon or Ming the Merciless or red spandex or Queen or campness in all its glory. I've got a dog in sunglasses for you. I feel marginally sorry for bored housewives who read mags that contain editorial like...

Do you tweet? I find the site mildly addictive, so can understand why Twitter has exploded in popularity over the past year. I signed up in May, but it’s taken me around six months of momentum to finally realise just how useful miniature social...