I WAS back in the UK last month for the British Grand Prix. Regular readers of my witterings will know that one of the great jokes of the universe is my somewhat disastrous relationship with...
Giles Brown on the fallout from the Banus champagne spray party that saw revelers run down by a 4x4 and the subsequent police chase
What you call a ‘possible terrorist attack’ we call ‘late Sunday afternoon shenanigans’
I'm writing this column from an office overlooking the Med and just popped my head out of the window to see if the Armada had just sailed past
I used to get showered with all sorts of freebies and goodie bags
When I moved to Spain, however, I abandoned the idea of ever seeing snow on my birthday. Until this year.
I will have to admit that with a CV like mine, Godfather does seem an unlikely role for me but I can only assume that Ozzy Osbourne was busy biting the heads of bats that day, and so at some point in the early 90s the parents chose me
But as I hurtle towards my 50th I look around at my peers and am struck by the sobering realisation that they are either “happily married” while I'm back in the Single Market
Because, if you are as much of a social media animal as I am, the shock of The Donald's election has been a veritable tsunami, setting friends and family against each other in a way not seen since the American Civil War
It's the one thing that all writers dread
Radio is your basic job for madmen
Tales from the hills of Marbs
Certain species have decided to take matters into their own hands
Why Banus is on my banned list for summer
There have been some hysterical moments