mostly david ephgrave

If you’ve ever wanted proof that the gutter press lies, here it is: in total contradiction to the headline they’ve run with, that woman looks nothing like that horse. What I find most bizarre of all is - despite clearly not bearing even a passing resemblance to each other - the folk at Real People decided to make this a cover story, which is a window in to how few scoops they had that fortnight that they had to use one that just a passing glance would contradict; it’s a bit like saying Tony Slattery has grown a second head, then using a picture of him with just his usual head as proof. Having said that, at least the nature of this particular story is pretty lightweight and unlikely to trigger panic, which is a rarity when it comes to that type of magazine these days. I’ve already gone on record for previously being obsessed with taking pictures of the ridiculous headlines they put on the front of the likes of Real People, That’s Life and Take A Break, bu...

If there's one thing a quick flick through my blogs from the last few days reveals it's that I need to stop writing just before bed, as that's when the gibberish bug bites me most often and I end up writing a load of nonsense. It's embarrassing to see the rubbish I've written while attempting to work through my tiredness. I don't know why I insist on doing it as it seldom results in anything good, and it's also not an enjoyable process; if I start writing after a certain point I'll just end up chasing the clock and that's not fun for anyone, be they the reader or the writer.  I find this blog goes through cycles; flitting from being a useful place to vent my frustrations or make positive observations, to just being a weight around my neck. When I was up in Edinburgh, for example, it was surprisingly easy to write every day despite the inevitable monotony of the festival, but since I've been home it's not been fun at all; it's become a...