Who the hell do I think I am? Blathering on, week after week, about the size of flies and falcons and potatoes and Chuck Berry. I mean, why would anyone give a fig for my opinion?
Around about this time last week, a fly flew into the office. Not a remarkable occurrence for an August morning, you might think, but like the beating of a butterfly’s wings, it triggered a [...]
Just writing that little word sent a shiver down my spine, as it brought to mind the fact that I haven’t had a key to my own front door for three months now, since making the naive mistake [...]
Just to clarify, that’s nice as in mice, not Nice as in Côte d’Azur, in case you’re still in holiday mode. Although, since we acquired the word from the French, there’s [...]
Tulips, Edam, the Cruyff turn… Just three things we can thank the Dutch for. I’m afraid that was the best I could do. Just three things. To which I can now add one more: plug.
