Mike has been writing professionally for 20 years. By that, he means it was his job, rather than "it was professionally done", but along the way there have been several satisfied editors, the odd award and even a handful of people trying to get him to go and work in an office with them. Currently (happily) self-employed and writing for assorted British newspapers (Sunday Times, Telegraph, Guardian) and magazines (Harrods, Ryanair, Men's Fitness), Mike freely owns up to having worked at FHM during "the glory years" but denies responsibility for anything that such an admission might bring with it.
In the course of an occasionally star-studded journalistic career (I'm exaggerating) I've had the chance to bump into the odd childhood hero. Iron Maiden specifically - their guitarist once offered me a lift home. I've never interviewed a Bond, but I did once do an interview with a very pleasant...
A report out this week suggested that smartphones had become "the new Swiss Army Knives", which is patently ridiculous, as your iPhone does not have a tool for getting stones out of horses' hooves. But what if it did? What if it had a little pair of scissors, and a...
Imagine for a moment that it's your 75th birthday. You get dressed, spring downstairs (sort of) and start opening your cards. There's probably an Amazon parcel from the kids, maybe a cheery email from your teenage grandson (actually sent by his mum because he was out rioting), and life is...
It's Christmas Eve, and huddled in the darkness atop a snow-covered bridge are three familiar figures, each contemplating the jump into the icy depths below. Suddenly, an angel appears - not a very good one; he's not even got any wings - and addresses the sorry-looking trio thusly: "James! Richard!...
I missed Attack Of The Trip Advisors on ITV1 on Monday night because I was enjoying the oikish squabbles of The Junior Apprentice, but seeing it listed reminded me of a review I recently found on the omnipresent travel site which I thought quite spectacular. I'll get to...
Oh bother. It was the headline, wasn't it? You popped in because you thought I'd unearthed evidence that Master Of Puppets was only one third of an intended triple album, or I'd found a version of Enter Sandman that segued into a nursery rhyme and sent small children to sleep....
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