So what do you do when you’re 2 years old and someone leaves a real-life, non-plastic, metal and wood, full-size tile-cutter lying around? Answers on a postcard to: Joey Department of Breaking Things and General Destruction My House What’s Left of It London And so we’re off again. Buoyed by the relative ease and simplicity – Read More-
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a thing about Barbie dolls. Not necessarily ‘that kind of thing’, I’ve never put more than one in my underwear, but I’ve played with them since my girls were little, 30 years ago, then had a major Barbie-renaissance with Lila, when we brought the collection of Barbies down from – Read More-
We’re back. We won. Spurs are… there! Where? Not totally sure, exactly, but we won. A football match. Almost like we did a few times right at the beginning of the season, but without the clean sheet and with more purpose. More commitment. More… more… more Son Heung Min. Who really is the heart, the – Read More-
We’ve know each other long enough. We talk of many things. We don’t shy away from the uncomfortable. Unless its underwear. And we don’t mind swearing. In fact some of us love swearing. Yet even I moderate my keyboard’s ‘tongue’ when it comes to the sweariest, nastiest, most contentious-est word in the English language. The – Read More-
I had my flu jab yesterday. Not covid related. And I have a cold. Also non-covid-related. What we used to call ‘a cold’. Just that now when you sneeze you clear the tube carriage. Win-win. And today I was invited for my covid booster. My stars are aligned. And my upper arms. And just in – Read More-
Ok, so you’re a sculptor, here’s the brief: we need a statue to represent a fictional heroine from an 1858 poem who meets the Italian patriots before they go and die fighting against the kingdom of Naples. Fair enough. I’ll get to work. If the sculptor was English he’d be thinking of a Florence Nightingale – Read More-
This is big news, a revelation: do a bit of sport and you’ll live longer. Wow! Who’d’a thought? Who’d’a known? It’s almost like there’s link between exercise and health! But newspapers have to fill columns and cynics need to take the piss. It’s the way of the world. But here’s an irony. I work with – Read More-
I know you to be clever, cultured, superior and smug. So name the first 10 artists that spring to mind, GO! Lose a point each for: Rembrandt, Renoir, Hockney, Picasso and Van Gough. Lose three points for every other one named that isn’t a female. Ok, that’s actually impossible without getting really obscure. I don’t – Read More-
I find watching my football team very stressful. I take it too personally. Everything that happens takes on a supernatural importance. It’s hard. Especially when we’re not playing very well. Which is often. However, watching other people’s teams play can be a total pleasure. Because, f’rinstance, if Liverpool win or lose at Brentford, do I – Read More-
I personally think that this entire petrol ‘situation’ in which we currently find ourselves, is a ploy by the advocates and manufacturers of electric vehicles. There is simply no greater advert for battery-powered cars than mile long queues outside every petrol station in the country. As if Tommy Tesla-Driver was not previously sufficiently smug, the – Read More-