Panto Bar
Welcome to Panto Bar, secret hangout of underground Panto players. What? You didn’t know? Well it’s a secret innit?
Welcome to Panto Bar, secret hangout of underground Panto players. What? You didn’t know? Well it’s a secret innit?
I don’t know where the regular staff is– buried in tinsel or stuck in a pudding for all I know, perhaps they were abducted by pirates! That’s right, it’s Pantomime Season. Whether you’re classical commedia dell’art or Berwick Kaler Dame, … Continue reading
A slightly-faffy slow-cooker recipe, though faff that can be faffed in your own time rather than when hungry. Say, when listening to pop master.
Happy Monday Ubotkans, hope you’re all having a good one. It’s getting to the end of the year, so I’m taking a few odd days hear and there to use up some annual leave before Christmas. So, I’m taking some … Continue reading
Look at this crew. Wrung out, bedraggled, and stumbling up to the end of the bar with nerves frayed by a week of piddling little firecrackers. You call yourselves English? Not Gordon, I know how he feels about being called … Continue reading
How was your week? *BANG* It’s been fairly *BANG* quiet around here, if you don’t count our Crack mayor in Toronto. *BANG* Pete and Karen are hiding under the duvet until *BANG* this all blows over. So I’ve agreed to … Continue reading
“From ghoulies, ghosties and long-leggedy beasties and things that go bump in the night, Lord, deliver us” How’s that for a bedtime prayer?
The terror started in toddlerhood, on a motorised dinghy called Scubidu. In his sole act of Sixties radicalism, my father had organised a protest cruise down the Chesterfield Canal, which – after some face-to-face lobbying of government ministers, Barbara Castle … Continue reading