6 ft 4” and stupid

I knocked myself out in a pub the other day. It’s not the first time, and I wasn’t brawling, promise. Instead, it’s an occupational hazard of living in Oxford as a 6 ft 4” man, who never quite remembers how tall he is. If you’ve ever been to a watering hole in Oxford city centre, […]

A Mere Baron…

I had a real surprise at dinner the other day. I’d arranged to meet a friend for a bite to eat in London, and while I was hotfooting my way over there, I had a text from him: “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve invited someone else along”. It seemed slightly odd – I’ve […]

Heading to Cologne

I’m in Cologne this week, at the International Dental Fair. If you’ve ever been, you’ll know its scale is unlike anything we experience here in the UK. It’s the world’s biggest dental show, by any and every measure – people, square footage, you name it, and it takes top spot. And nothing demonstrates that better […]

The Cat in the Flat

Somehow, I’ve found myself in the possession of a cat. It’s not my fault you understand – my daughter’s studies in Scotland have concluded, and she’s made the long descent back down to Oxford with all of her belongings. As it turns out, those belongings now include a youngfeline. When we move back down south […]