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 …

I find your lack of spuds disturbing

Recently-ish, in the habit I’ve grown accustomed to now, I had a birthday.  This temporal landmark doesn’t always seem to inspire a massive shower of gifts in the way that one quietly hopes it will, however I do from time to time receive a happy smattering of such tokens from …

Marinade (not for the squeamish)

For reasons just beyond my understanding the room cleaners in my Paris hotel yesterday made off with the remaining pair of fresh boxer shorts I had for the weekend.  Of course I didn’t notice this until 5:50 this morning when I was looking for them in preparation for my shower …