Say to your barman, “A Pures!”

I’m always bewildered by the daily displays of outrage portrayed in the British press (although some papers are worse culrpits than others): today I’ve read about outrage over prisoners being given a standup comedy course, uproar over a topless photo in a Cambridge student magazine, bankers DISGUSTING sex & drug …

Cough, splutter

I’m not very good at being sick. Don’t get the practice, you see. England’s not a fun place to get sick, as I found out a few years ago during the great morris dancing calf muscle insurance giggle ordeal. This time though instead of forking out 8000 squid for a …

Whoops, spoke too soon

Seems I misunderestimated the massive and wideranging talents of the Royal Mail. Got a card through the door to say “we tried to deliver a parcel but it wouldn’t fit through your letter box – come & get it!”, so I did.  Well, I nearly did.  I went to the …