Results tagged “Dan Bourke”
Dan Bourke finds his new season fantasy football selections don't quite cut the mustard.
Fantasy football must be stopped. I like football as much as the next man, but at some times of the day the next man is a Daily Mirror sports reporter, so that's probably not true.
Dan Bourke imagines his all-time line-up to put together the newspaper of his dreams.
I've been playing fantasy newspapers, and Tintin would definitely be our star foreign correspondent, though we'd have to insist on him filing a few more stories than he ever seems to in the comics.
Dan Bourke finds everday solace in the words of the Man In Black.
At most times, but mostly in times of trouble, Johnny Cash has the answer. Just found out the pool king who taught you a lesson on the green baize in the City Arms is your long-lost dad? Try The Baron.
Dan Bourke finds none of the books he likes features on those best summer read pages in the papers, but stays cool about it.
Does anybody else get the feeling that they don't lead the kind of life that the publications aimed at them think they do?
Dan Bourke considers how life is all the better if you just try and think positively.
Staring down from floor 22 to the blazing sun below there's a temptation to lean towards the conclusion, as your head sweats against the inches-thick glazing, that things are not as they should be.
Dan Bourke finds Facebook can be big help when it comes to dealing with the loss of a friend.
It's easy to dislike Facebook. Its controlling ways, its silly games, its logo, that has become as tedious and bland as that of Argos.
Dan Bourke mulls over the delights of the of Twitter and finds it strangely addictive.
Really enjoying Twitter writing. Not just the character count but the strange desperate declarative grammar - read my article at tinyurl.wharfspot.
Dan Bourke considers the correct etiquette when that office collection comes round again.
The envelope comes round already heavy with pound coins and whispering the soft rub of notes. There are names inked on the manilla, some crossed through but yours hasn't been yet.
Dan Bourke relives the highs and lows of his World Cup memories, and hopes for a good one this year.
Mexico 86 was my first World Cup. I was alive for the ticker tape of 78 and maybe I have vague memories of Platini in 82 (do I?).
Dan Bourke finds re-ordering his priorities has some positive benefits.
The word "procrastinate" was coined in the late 16th century, from the Latin, "pro" meaning forward, "crastinus" meaning "belonging to the morning".
Dan Bourke gets in a sweat about working on the hottest day of the year.
The hottest British Sunday I can remember and I'm in my heavy suit trousers and (blessed relief) no tie. Between my door and the mini-roundabout, which is about 14 of the 285 steps to the Tube barrier, I get two identical looks from two non-indentical men of the neighbourhood.
Dan Bourke considers the Facebook phenomenon's effect on our holiday habits.
I've been looking at Facebook photos of other people's holidays. Not my actual friends' ones. I know they have frustrating lives and unrelaxing vacations just like I do. But my distant friends, as in the ones I'm not very close to.
Dan Bourke's close encounter with the Mighty Boosh leaves him happy with his lot.
I always thought I'd be groovier than this. Groovier as in more rock 'n'roll, more raffishly hassle-free well into my 40s, more Townes van Zandt, more Greenwich Village, more nu folk than this.
Dan Bourke takes to the hustings to explain the key issue of this election.
It won't be Cleggstacy, Cleggmania, Cleggy, Clegg-gate, Cleggack O'Cleggama or whatever else you want to call it that I'll remember most about Election 2010 The Nation Decides.
Dan Bourke recalls the day a French daredevil risked life and limb to climb One Canada Square.
There's a book called Let The Great World Spin, about that bloke who walked on a tightrope between the World Trade Centre towers in the '70s - the one they did that film about, Man On Wire.
Dan Bourke considers using "Volcanogate" as the perfect excuse for turning a few days off into an extended break.
We must all be kicking ourselves. If I'd known the airports were going to be closed so long, I would have told work I was in America. It would have been perfect.
Dan Bourke ponders whether his job is the ideal one for him.
What sort of job would you actually like to be doing? Leaving aside the more impractical ones (sandwich concept manager at Birleys) and the ones that would take too much getting into (spin bowler, leading psychiatrist), it's difficult to nail it down.
Dan Bourke is already excited about the General Election, even though it's still a month away.
Oh my God I love elections. Key marginals. The grass roots. Mondeo man. Incumbents. Swing. On the stump. The campaign bus. Landslide. Hung parliament. Polls. Exit polls. Too close to call. Safe seats, unseatings.
Dan Bourke finds the resurgence in the housing market a turn-off.
People are talking about house prices again. And about putting offers in and getting gazumped and just-what-do-solicitors-do and viewings and those-awful-estate agents and surveys and getting insurance for people pulling out and trackers.
Dan Bourke finds "couch rest" the best remedy when he has his sore throat diagnosed by NHS Direct.
I mostly lied to my doctor when I was a student. Ooh, about 30-40 units per week, I'd say, and no more than five, 10 cigarettes a day.
