Alex James: The Great Escape
Published: 31 August 2005
Alex James: The Great Escape
Published: 02 June 2005
Alex James: The Great Escape
Published: 11 May 2005
Alex James: Posh hotels are a waste of money in Paris
Published: 20 April 2005
I've wanted to live in France since I was about 15. I was halfway through a French degree, in fact, when Blur signed to EMI in 1989. I'd still like to live there one day.
Alex James: 'It would be cheaper to live at Claridge's'
Published: 13 April 2005
We live on a farm. It would be much cheaper to live at Claridge's, like we used to, but there we are. Or rather, here we are. I think agriculture is ready for it's first real star. Me.
Alex James: 'I was hoping to see the Beast of Burford, our local sheep-noshing monster'
Published: 28 March 2005
I saw my old friend Paul in the street, right outside Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It's the third time I've run into him in the West End since we left college.
Alex James: 'It always bugged me that DJs commanded prestige just by playing records'
Published: 21 March 2005
Arthur Baker offered me a grand to DJ at a nightclub in Barcelona. The Razzmatazz. He said that Claire could come and they'd throw in dinner - and that it was really cool.
Alex James: 'Watching football is like watching sex. It's good, but participating's much better'
Published: 14 March 2005
It was the first game of football of the year. It was the two Old Etonians against the mums, the kids and me.
Alex James: A good day in January is as lovely a thing as you can get
Published: 24 January 2005
It happened while we were at a friend's house in one of the nearby villages, having dinner.
Alex James: 'Dad also took his bike on the train. It's the genetic cycle'
Published: 06 December 2004
It was my birthday again. Claire got me six rounds with the fitness trainer to the British Olympic bobsleigh team, and told me to cut my toenails.
Alex James: It's pretty, it's friendly, but best of all, it's real
Published: 11 November 2004
My wife and I fell in love with the area because her boss had a cottage in Little Barrington - a village of "proper posh", snooty-tooty crusties. They were frowned upon because they bought OK! and Hello! - it was that kind of place.
