Tom Stephenson

Ooh look, another crap photo.
I went into a charity shop and bought this grey, cotton top with a very feminine collar yesterday, thinking to use it as a night-shirt.
When I took it out of the bag at home, H.I. asked me if it had come from the women's rack. I said no, and even so it was XXL - absolutely enormous - and I could not think of any normal woman who it would fit at all. She reminded me of a mutual friend...

These are the style of glasses we drink wine from every night. I have loads of them, and have just bought the two either side of centre for not much money.
They all date from between 1790 and 1820 and are usually offered for sale in antique shops at about £70, but I have never paid more than £30 for any. The pair which arrived today are immaculate, and I paid £10 each for them. They replace two which were...

I'm just whiling away what should be a couple of seconds to receive an email, but seems to be turning into a matter of hours.
It pays to shop around. I have just committed to buy 30 kilograms of aluminium ingot from a company in Yorkshire who are more used to delivering the stuff by the tonne rather than the tiny amount which I need. Sometimes it pays to be small as well....

Ok, I know I have said this before, but - despite John Gray's schoolboy infatuation - I really do think that Russell Crowe is an obnoxious, arrogant, aggressive and talentless lump of bush-meat, albeit a very wealthy one.
He has now turned into a director, but remains the same rude bastard that he has always been to the journalists who have made him his fortune. Tonight it was a woman, but he doesn't care who or what they are....