Phil McIntyre is busy blogging right now.

Some principled bloggers leave all comments untouched afraid that any subsequent edit (no matter how seemingly trivial) would represent the slippery slope to censorship, a police state, the inevitable involvement of Amnesty International and charity gigs by U2. Apart from a single comment by a member of the BNP, I have never had this problem until now. A new comment on the post #45 “music for a (very) long car journey” Mate, you’re a dick A new comment on the post #485 “flowery twats” Mate, it was obviously you’re fault you twat. ...

Yet another trackback test. One year and four days after I thought I understood the difference between pings and trackbacks, this short podcast shows me that I didn’t.

Last night, I enjoyed a pleasant evening in this pub with a few friends. We watched a mediocre team in white draw with a mediocre team in orange and blue socks. Beer arrived on a regular basis from the downstairs bar via the dumb waiter. Inexplicably, towards the end of the evening, conversation turned to songs about the death of a father:- The Verve - Drugs Don’t Work The Streets - Never Went To Church Mike And The Mechanics - The Living Years U2 - Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own Billy Bragg - Tank Park Salute We finally left the pub and someone asked ‘What are the chances of finding a curry house around here ?’. We looked across the street and our prayers were answered. Weird. ...

I am working in Oxford and booked into this small hotel overnight. I arrived at 18.30 and rang the bell. No one is home. I phoned the company who made the booking to get the phone number. They call the hotel on my behalf. Guess what. No one is home. The helpful man from LateRooms asked if I could wait around in the cold for 30 minutes to ‘see if someone turns up’. ...