An Independent eye.

1. Light through the window at Lord's

2. The MC at the Chap Olympics, watched on by moustachio-ed competators

3. Ladies at lunch - Henley 2006

4. An MCC member with a roving eye

5. "Sunday lunch - Sunday's Only"

So, here we go – the short list for my entry to the Independent Photography Competition 2006. If you double click on a photograph , the picture expands to a size where it may more properly be viewed

Should you want to enter a photograph yourself, entries can be emailed to

comps@independent.co.uk

Max file size – 2mb

Closing date - Wednesday 21st February

All comments, favourable and critical, gratefully received.

PLEASE VOTE NOW!

Thanks,

MJHx

Choose cable television. Choose recreational drugs and not going to lectures

"NOBODY MOVE… I've been forced to move out, and no cunt leaves till I find out what cunt was behind it"


Renton at 25 Great Eastern Street looking for the Sofa Monster's Rothman's Royle's


Suppository, anyone?

“The worst toilet in the world” was how Irvine Walsh described the loo into which Renton dived in order to retrieve his suppository in the end of era movie that was Trainspotting (1996). However, one of the reasons I brought Peter’s Friends to life was to reproduce for inspection the facilities at 25 Great Eastern Street, such as they were (no shower, cold bath and no phone). Still the rent for the sofa was cheap, even if the monster was frightening. It was enough to turn a man to soft drugs, I can tell you.

If you wanna be a blogger......

Anita confirmed that another trip to Rigby & Peller was long overdue....

“I’ll tell you what I want, what I weally weally want”

“Is Helen coming out tonight?”
“ No, she’s watching Christian wash up”

I was delighted to read in the Evening Standard this evening that the Spice Girls are apparently on the brink of reformation. An apt opportunity, if any were necessary, to reproduce another classic from the archives circa June 1994 of the original Spice Girls, the Hobart Hugs. Pity about your correspondent ballsing up the dress code, though…

Many happy returns of the day, tractor boys.

Christian & David Whiting

Many happy returns of the day to you Christian (and David, of course). One of the few pictures I have managed to locate of the two of you without either of you donning that "smouldering look a la Mr Darcey", as Bush so vividly puts it. One day, I might tell the story of when Helen used to wait outside the bathroom when she lived with Christian just to see him come out in just a greying-white towel and dripping with water, but perhaps I shall save that for another day. Discretion is my middle name, after all.

"So, what sort of car did they used to sell here?"

Brick the Birthday girl

A postcard of the interior (photographs were not allowed)

"Table for six? Only at 9 o'clock, Madam"

For the amusement of breakfasters and friends, here are some pictures of Anita’s birthday breakfast at the Wolseley on Piccadilly this morning. As is well known in the Smoke, breakfast is the new lunch, especially as the restaurant Anita wanted to go to for lunch in Richmond was going to be overrun by rugby fans in advance of the England-Scotland match which kicks off later today.

So, breakfast it was, and a good time was had by all. We decided to walk through Green Park after breakfast, just in time to catch the Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace, as all true Londoners do every Saturday. Liz and I bid the Coven & Ming farewell, as Liz had an appointment to have her hair streaked, and as it transpired, Bush & Ming also had to dash as they had tickets for Madame Tussauds. How were Anita & Toto going to spend the rest of the day? Well, they were off to see Les Miserables, of course. Gawd bless Landon, guvner.

Need you ask, by the way, who asked the question which heads this blog? Thought not.

Sober's joke of the day

Professor Hawking at Hobart Road

Q: What’s black and sits at the top of the stairs?

A: Stephen Hawking in a house fire.

Tasteful as ever, our Wiltshire corrospondent.