It’s 1976 and some of us aren’t even born yet. Dr Pockless and I are eating 6p portions of chips on the promenade at Filey, with our feet cooling in the boating pond and no idea where our parents are. … Continue reading
It’s the last week of term. Bernard is showing all the symptoms of a small boy who is ready for a holiday, and this is going to be a good one. Plans include a daytrip to London to see St … Continue reading
Hellloooooooooooooo Uborka! It’s lovely to be here on this sunny afternoon with such a beautiful looking crowd. Rather like a blogmeet, this is a gathering of seedy-looking types who know each other a bit but might have mixed you up … Continue reading
To launch Pete on his merry music project, we are having Rock Star cocktails today. Who are you going to be?
In all areas of my life I follow the edict never to argue about religion or politics. All areas except uborka, it seems ((there was also a small amount of pro-life embroilment on twitter)). I’m grateful for everyone’s input yesterday; … Continue reading
This has been a productive day, with much grateful thanks to the cake-doulas of twitter who helped me to produce what may or may not be a fine chocolate sponge for the birthday party this weekend. I have made the … Continue reading
American Deb asked: While lovingly polishing your modern ceramics, may I suggest you clean your mouth out as well? Perhaps with a bit of Mr Sheen? Language, darling! My question: please give me a three course summer meal which won’t … Continue reading
We were at a wedding. Continue reading