Category: An Authorly Odd Life
DPD – delivery service from hell.
Thanks, DPD. I have been waiting at home for eight hours having taken the day off work, sitting in my home office watching the road, when what do I spy, a DPD delivery van driving past my house with your driver clutching something in the air inside the van. A GPS unit, I wonder. Are […]
Bothered by the strange literary distractions of Brangelina.
It’s getting to the point that I’m now severely regretting offering to help Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie house-hunt in the UK. For some reason when I was first introduced to Brangelina at an Oscars ceremony by Peter Jackson, the oddly photogenic couple got it into their collective celeb hive mind of a brain that I work as a London-based estate […]
