Gordon Comstock recently interviewed me for Creative Review (September 2009 edition). I like Gordon (not his real name, but then you knew that) - his blog is as funny as it gets, and he's a good man to have a cup of tea with.
I swore a little bit in the interview, which I now regret, but it wasn't really bad swearing, so that's OK.
The interview is here - I think you need a login to read it, but if you don't have one, don't worry; you're not missing that much.
Saw this menu last week. It looked great - about three thousand different types of oysters and lots of other good things too. It's a pity that the menu wasn't actually the menu at the pub in which I was sitting - they must have pinched it from somewhere on their travels and hung it up because it looked nice.
The '&' was the best bit.
In other food news, I was in a magazine today, talking about food. I like food.
Writing is a big part of my life. I write stuff every day, so I like it to be interesting and current and sometimes correct. So I am always looking for ways in which I can find out more stuff about the world and thus slip it into my writing and appear clever and knowledgeable to others.
I've started the year with yet another way to stay abreast of interesting currentness. And so far it seems like a good way. The Week tells me everything I need to know, in concise terms and in proper English. This week's copy is in the upstairs loo and last week's is in the downstairs loo, so I am never far from the news.
I've known about The Week for a while, but never thought it quite right for me (too old, too dry). I tried the New Statesman for a couple of years, but got fed up with its dull lefty bias. Now, I guess I am a bit of a lefty, but I don't need my news source to be an exercise in kissing lefty ass, which is kind of why I also gave up The Guardian and rarely read The Observer, unless it comes with the free sports magazine.
I know what you might be thinking. "Why don't you read the news online, thickboy?" It's a good point, and I do. A lot, from all sorts of places. But I like something made of paper that I can hold in my hand (that old chestnut) and can flick through. I don't like The Economist because I think it's badly designed and it doesn't make me want to read it. I like The Week because I can't smell their politics. So it will continue to provide me with the news for a good while.
If you can recommend any other magazines that will make me smarter, please let me know.
I don't know what they did to me, but my hair went weird and my complexion was untrustworthy. I was (and am still) not a fan of their Photoshopping. I have the appearance of a bandit. Luckily, I could only find a small picture of it, which saves you from the true horror.
Anyway, whilst passing through Schiphol airport this week, I chanced upon something that I thought might help me recreate the cover image in a better light. And would you believe it, I also had a similar pink t-shirt to the one I wore in the advert in my bag.
So here's another version of that cover, but this time featuring 'real' Dan and that clown as well.
Haven't blogged about beards for a while. But if there was any doubt in your mind as to how mighty beards are, look no further than L'Optimum, a men's fashion magazine that I found on the train. Adieu les visages glabres indeed.
They even printed this handy beard guide, just in case you're not quite sure which style to go for.
I would advise you to boldly attempt a hybrid of Légendaire and Seventies.
An interesting article here by a journalist called Kevin Braddock, saying that the sort of stuff that I work on/for (friendly company, conversational packaging, innocent stuff) needs a good kicking, and the only thing that can save us from it is a punk revolution by the kids.
It's a good article. Originally published in Marmalade magazine, which is a good magazine.
I'm quite interested to hear what any of you think. Is our copy annoying? Should we change, now that people have copied us? Should I resign and start a band called The Bastards?