Okay, here’s my first new site for a while. You’re almost certainly here because I’ve given you my card, or sent you a freelance pitch for feature articles. Hope you find everything you’re looking for, but if not please feel free to email me: mail@karlafitzhugh.com

Over the next few weeks and months, the site is going to get better looking and grow, and I’ll fill in as many of the gaps as I can. For the time being, there’s my online CV and some links to newspaper and magazine articles that have ended up online, plus a few outlines for current projects and assorted interesting web detritus.

Source of ire:

This week’s front runner has to be the greasy brown puddle that’s always seeping out from under the back door of the MuckDonald’s in Kentish Town.

Source of irie:

Switching over to British Summer time. Extra hour of daylight in the evenings, rejoice, rejoice, find a beer garden.

Up for the firing squad:

People who bang on and on about ‘bootleg’ records. Sure, they’re technically illegal, but you can buy them over the counter in most record shops, no big deal. And of course they weren’t smuggled in via a small boat under the cover of darkness off the Cornish coast with a bundle of contraband whisky and tobacco. Have a horrible feeling the phrase has gained popularity with certain trendy meeja types because it makes them feel a bit dangerous, and part of a secret club who know something that the rest of us don’t.

Crap joke corner:

Q: What’s red and sits in the corner?                                                                                                                            A: A naughty strawberry.

Look, you knew it was going to be crap. Nuff whingin’. No really, shut it.

Bileometer:

Standing at an all time low of 7%, currently in fine fettle, amigos.