Good evening, my ripe little courgettes! My oh my, aren’t you all looking mouthwateringly succulent and green tonight? If I wasn’t quite so shy and reserved, I’d grab one of you, bite off your nobbly tip, spit it out and … Continue reading
Bonjour, mes petits concombres, de Angers en France. Lamentably, I’m here due to work, and not for reasons of love or passion (although I love my work and have a passion for it) and shall be travelling back to the … Continue reading
Ah, me. The sweet scent of celebration is in the air today at Uborka, as an eager and thirsty huddle of well-wishers from both sides of the Atlantic Ocean gather together to raise a glass in honour of Krissa‘s and … Continue reading
Can someone help me get this pinney tied on at the back? Thanks. Apologies for the short delay. We value your business, customers. There can only be one theme for today’s cocktails. The theme of LURVE. And you all know … Continue reading
Dodo en croute with a fweet chilli jam, ferved on a polenta and wafabi oatcake. Firft, catch your Dodo. Decapitate and bone. (If boiled for many hourf, ye bill may make a fuperlative and nourifhing – if, alaf, fomewhat noxiouf … Continue reading
*Everyone* thinks that audit is about examining accounts. It isn’t if you can avoid it! I have been fortunate in my career to audit some very interesting organisations. Not least HM Customs and Excise. Import Duties was always a good … Continue reading
For my first ever guest-blogging gig, I thought that, like many other recent temporary Uborkians, I should adopt some sort of overall theme for the week. Having pondered long and hard, I have finally reached a decision. For this week’s … Continue reading
She was nineteen, I was twenty. She was the most beautiful person I’d ever met. It took me months of self-doubt and anguish to get the nerve to ask her out. I said I’d always wanted to ballroom dance in … Continue reading