| Contents of the Monthly Messages: 2004 |
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| I introduce my team of performing snowmen to the world, how to meet Albanians and influence them, and the strange world of Round the Horne. |
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| An animation you really do have to see, a letter from America, a diary entry from Moldova, and some disgraceful behaviour at Rachael's party. |
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| The perils of vegetarian cuisine, moving on, another letter from America and an invitation to my bedroom. What more could you want? |
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| A hunt for intelligent life on other Mikes' Worlds, a look at the solar system. thoughts on music, and the pitfalls of believing anything you read on the Internet. |
| May was given over to The Daily Mikeograph, which I tried to think of as smarter than your average blog, even if the blogger wasn't. What do you do when Ealing, modern art and Clanger sex scandals throw their worst at you? Just don't ask... |
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| June saw a visit to Jersey, and I find out to my horror that I am now only five handshakes away from Hitler. Also included is an exclusive animation of the Venus transit. |
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| I escape from Walthamstow again, and develop a worrying obsession with photographing my meals in Scandinavia, which turns out to be not nearly as exciting as Albania. |
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| A second annual report from the Edinburgh Festival; I am rude about the Scottish Parliament, and yet more useless Olympic statistics. |
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| Every so often I find myself marooned in Walthamstow. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day in Sarajevo? |
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| Another of Walthamstow's crimes against the apostrophe, a couple of reviews, and a full report from my grandmother's 80th birthday celebrations in America. |
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| When worlds collide: an extreme reaction to the re-election of President Bush, and the strange world of Planet Morrison. |
| To round off the year, here is a sometimes affectionate, although occasionally insulting tribute to my home town, Stourbridge |
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