Speakers’ Corner

I decided that swimming would be my sport of choice for this year's half-arsed attempt to get fit

The aftermath is depressing but of course you should feel down at the end of a year. Endings are grim.

Our Christmas story begins on a cold, soggy morning with the gift of a low-fat coffee

It was with unadulterated self-loathing and mouth-watering curiosity that I contemplated purchasing reindeer stew

Like the Christmas star over the manger, a flickering street light shone into an open skip on my street

It’s time to start honing the Yuletide gag reflex to perfection for the inevitable force-feeding of festive cheer down our throats

House hunting in London is hard enough, without rubbish estate agents getting in the way. There’s no time to fanny about

Since I moved to London, I’ve suddenly become far more popular then I ever have been

I cannot think of anything – excluding such necessities as air, food and water – as vital to a worthwhile day as sleep