Robinson's Pig & Whistle

One of my favourite books is McCarthy's Bar by the late Pete McCarthy, a book in which the author follows a self-created rule that you should never pass a bar that bears your own name. Well I have a semi-official personal rule that means that I cannot pass a pub/ bar that has the name "Pig & Whistle". A bit of a tribute to my own late father who, for a fair few of his latter years drank in a pub of the same name. This unofficial rule started last year when Em and I chanced upon a P&W in Rotorua, North Island, New Zealand. The Odyssey continued yesterday, when, on our first little foray into Brisbane, and looking to locate my new office, I chanced upon a Pig & Whistle here in Brisbane! I was distraught, as you can no doubt gather, to realise that as it is only along the road from the office it may well become the post-work boozer!Oh and they are showing the Hammers vs The Arse tonight, programme starts at 11:55pm (as folks who know will testify, I can barely stay awake for MOTD so I don't hold much hope of seeing the match).

Rogues Gallery: If Seen, Do NOT Approach!

We have arrived in Singapore! I wanted my first post on my journey to Brisbane to actually be my rogues gallery, the mugshots of all those individuals who we managed to catch up with in the last four weeks in the UK. You're all great pals and this is my way of showing my appreciation. xx

Phase 1 In Which Doris DIDN'T Get Her Oats

Well basically the first flight has been successfully completed. The real magic is not that I am able to post a blog from Dubai airport but more to do with the fact that they upgraded us to Business class for the London-Dubai leg of our enjoy. Marvellous! More to come when we get to Singapore..... Stu

For those about to ski...we salute you

I've been a little slack on the blog front of late. Like Russell Brand, I have issues, but mine aren't to do with having a dodgy barnet. Mine are technology related. Anyhow, I post this little number and say: "Mr Urban Skier, we salute you!"

Wayne Bridge's the Gap Between Premiership Footballers and Toddlers

Wayne Bridge petulantly knocks the ball out of Eboue's hand, gets a little slap round the back of the neck, has a bit of a knee trembler, spots that he's been spotted and like a small child throws himself to the ground a la my good self when I was about two. Class.