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Dom Joly: Spouse schlepping, glacial golf or hubcap hurlin' – you choose

Monday, 5 January 2009

Weird World of Sport: The slogan of the Redneck Games is 'everyone and their butt crack is welcome

Dom Joly: Huxley's brave new world of robotic surveillance

Sunday, 4 January 2009

A dog is for life not just for Christmas – that's how the saying goes, isn't it? We had a very doggy Christmas. The kids pestered us to get them a FurReal Friend. This is a life-sized dog that responds to the kids' commands.

Dom Joly: I clean up at sport of kings but disaster strikes in 'Secret Valley'

Monday, 29 December 2008

Weird World Of Sport: I'd tested the plastic nags and found that one grey was very fast and steady on its feet

Dom Joly: It was trolleys at dawn and pterodactyls at dusk

Sunday, 28 December 2008

Thank God it's all over for another year. I do enjoy Christmas, it's just that the lead-up to the event is so stressful. We decided on a dawn raid on Waitrose the day before Christmas Eve... unfortunately our plans were discovered and the secret was out. We arrived to find that everyone in Cirencester was trying to do the same – it was a shambles.

Dom Joly: Catching a tube offers a route across the piste's grand divide

Monday, 22 December 2008

Weird World of Sport: Skiers, in the Nancy Mitford parlance, are U and snowboarders aremost definitely non-U

Dom Joly: Ah, the dreaming towers of Didcot power station

Sunday, 21 December 2008

As long as I can remember, I've been using the M40 from Oxford to London. The main geographical feature en route is what I call the "Chilterns Gap".

Dom Joly: Dragging the countryside for strong scent of a transvestite

Monday, 15 December 2008

Weird World of Sport: The transvestite runs as fast as his nine-inch heels can carry him up river and down dale

Dom Joly: Away in a manger, the bear boiled his head...

Sunday, 14 December 2008

It's nativity play time again. My son Jackson has been given the coveted role of third innkeeper.

Dom Joly: Personality? Bring on the rats, dullards and disappointments

Monday, 8 December 2008

Weird World of Sport: It was exciting and I screamed until hoarse, then nearly fell asleep as she talked about it

Dom Joly: We both hate riff-raff. Yet Highgrove kicked me out

Sunday, 7 December 2008

I don't think I could ever run a restaurant. It's not that I haven't thought of it. I even know exactly what it would look like – a mish-mash of old wooden furniture, roaring log fires, cosy red walls and a tip-top wine cellar.

Dom Joly: How a bog-standard lilo might turn me into a world champion

Monday, 1 December 2008

With so many 'sports' out there, I think it might be possible for me to fulfil my dream

Dom Joly: I'm sick of mingling with the rich and famous

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Finally, the breakthrough. After six years slogging away on the Cotswolds social scene desperately trying to avoid Ruby Wax and Laurence Llewelyn Bowen, I get the call. I'm going to meet the kingpin, the head of the social salon: Jeremy Clarkson.

Dom Joly: I've cracked the code for picking winners

Monday, 24 November 2008

Weird World of Sport: Maybe the donning of the correct togs was more important than I originally thought

Dom Joly: Never ask permission. The answer's always: 'No'

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Credit crunch? What credit crunch? Certainly that's the way it felt in the advertising world last week.

Dom Joly: Bashed by Boycott and tackled by Tufnell

Monday, 17 November 2008

Weird World of Sport: 'I am strangely proud that I warranted my own Wimbledonsecurity briefing'

Dom Joly: 'If Grandpa had died in the war, would I still exist?'

Sunday, 16 November 2008

Up to London we go to see my dad march in the Remembrance Sunday parade. First we endure a stressful half an hour at home trying to persuade our kids to wear something vaguely smart. My son particularly resists this attempt to Little Lord Fauntleroy him. It takes me right back to being a kid myself – valiantly resisting efforts to make me wear a tie for the Easter church service. I've had a loathing of ties all my life and I'm pretty sure that this trait is genetic as my son is definitely heading that way.

Dom Joly: Terrorists outgunned by the Cotswolds set

Monday, 10 November 2008

Weird World of Sport: Whenever you're on a train, you're probably sitting yards from anarsenal of shotguns

Dom Joly: Flash, bang, wallop... that's it for another year

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Thank God bonfire night is over for another year. I know I sound like a bit of a party pooper, but I really do feel that, as a rule, once you've seen one fireworks display you've seen them all.

Dom Joly: Jackets off for a serious spot of wiff-waff

Monday, 3 November 2008

Weird World of Sport: We play about twice a year on very sunny days when we want to pretend we're on holiday in France

Dom Joly: If the licence-payers can call the shots, what hope for me?

Sunday, 2 November 2008

Halloween... Hell-oween if you ask me. I used to completely ignore this American import, but then I went and married a Canadian/American. She takes it very, very seriously.

Dom Joly: Grounded in the land of the 'Big Ski Jump'

Monday, 27 October 2008

Weird World of Sport: I don't really count cross-country skiing as a sport. It's just away of getting about

Dom Joly: I'll selflessly go to Suriname. For my daughter's sake...

Sunday, 26 October 2008

I'm just back from a whistle-stop tour of Norway. A couple of days in Oslo and then a hairy train ride to a boat that whisked me through the fjords to Bergen and then home. I've definitely got the wanderlust bad.

Dom Joly: 'Clash of sticks' leaves me feeling left out

Monday, 20 October 2008

There are certain sports that seem to only really exist at school. You spend valuable portions of your formative years learning the skills and traditions of a particular discipline only to find that it doesn't really exist anywhere in your adult life. I'm thinking in particular of hockey.

Dom Joly: Warm thoughts of home from icy Death Valley

Sunday, 19 October 2008

We left Los Angeles very early in the morning. It was a Saturday and nobody was about. Everyone in LA is very busy at home in the early mornings. My friend Sam, who lives there, says it is because everyone is seeing their shrink/lifecoach/fitness trainer. If you've got nowhere to go before breakfast in this town then you're going nowhere.