Drinking at lunchtime
Back in the day, when that woman from the Darling Buds of May was still er, budding with Pop Larkin and hadn’t even met Michael Douglas who was still on…
One of those Facebook days
You know how it is As the cliché goes, it’s complicated. We met about six months ago and argued about almost everything and about two months ago we came to…
Read all about it
I’m not from round ‘ere. Eerily like Ben in Not Your Heart Away, I grew up in a country town. Also like him, I don’t think I knew anything much…
Our Daily Mail
I love croissants. Always have. I’m not talking about the powdery cold pretendy left-overs wrapped in plastic (bread hates plastic. It’s entirely mutual) that grace supermarket shelves. Real ones.…
Customer Service
What a pile of utter BS. I haven’t been online this week because OneBill’s idea of resolving customer disputes is to cut people’s phone line off if they don’t do…
Delicious spicy buns
Matron! Well if that doesn’t improve the SEO ratings I don’t know what will. I haven’t eaten manufactured foods for a long time. I don’t buy ready-made pizza, pies, humous…
So far so fiction
Just for my own vanity and to convince myself there’s actually something getting done (and of course to give myself an excuse for not writing today, because I was doing…
Learn to play the saxophone
Back in Wisconsin – it’s not a bad start, is it? Actually it’s not a brilliant start if you know Wisconsin. Nothing much happens there. It’s a land of lakes,…
Stranger than fiction
Stranger than comedy, anyway. I was sitting in a pub at the end of last year talking with a man known in the foodie community as The Sausage King, but…
Low Tone
Back in 1995 I got a saxophone for Christmas. I thought it was a shotgun. It was an easy mistake to make, the kind that could happen to anyone. We’d…