On Thursday it was Richard’s birthday. So a party was completely out of the question; they wouldn’t allow the entertainer to take animals into the ICU. And apparently strippergrams aren’t medically approved either. No cake, no champagne, no nuffink. Though the ever-wonderful nursing staff did make an effort, bless em. So I treated him to – Read More-
It’s getting a bit horrible in Gaza. Well, it’s been a bit horrible for months now. 7 months to be precise, almost exactly. Since the ‘troubles’ began. And now we’re at a ‘crossroads’. To Rafah or not to Rafah. To ‘do a deal’ with the devil (Hamas) or to just finish the job. The ‘deal’ – Read More-
A really nice thing happened to me yesterday. I went in to our local kosher butcher to buy a pound of mincemeat to enable my wife to create! Meatballs. But whilst in there, they gave me, free of charge and at no cost, a tub of potato salad. So even though the meat cost the – Read More-
So, I’m Sara, and I’m, like, 22 years old and I’m just doing my second yaar exams, history of art and culinary sciences, here at Bristol. Well, I should be, but instead, I’m spending my days in a tent in a field just outside the main uni building in a ‘Free Palestine’ protest. The union – Read More-
‘When I were little…’ as the phrase goes, every kitchen had a ‘gas stove’. Whether it was actually gas powered, or possibly the new-fangled, ‘electric’, was totally irrelevant. People referred to having ‘an electric gas stove’ as adherence to anachronistic nomenclature is strong, Skywalker. Then many decades later, we had a hob. It was fab. – Read More-
Little children are wild things. Yet wild in different ways. And I’m fascinated by gender differences. Birth gender. Not gender ‘claimed’ and self-identified definitively yet, that’s to come. But for now we’ll go with the really old-fashioned ‘if ya got a dick, yer a boy, if ya ain’t yer a gel’ technique for gender assignment. – Read More-
When I was a kid the only vegetables I would eat were peas, preferably tinned or frozen, and runner beans, preferably… runner beans. Everything else of the class of food which accompanied meat and potatoes was not just disliked but truly hated. Broccoli? Yeuch. Brussel sprouts? Revolting. Cauliflower?? Fuck right off. And cabbage? I’d run – Read More-
I hid under the coffee table for most of the 90 minutes (plus stoppage time) and I’m still there. I’ve got cramp in places I never even knew I had places. Mel keeps shouting at me to come out. But I can’t. I dived under the table when the 3rd Arsenal goal went in and – Read More-
They covered up the Holocaust Memorial stone in Hyde Park yesterday. Ok, so that will stop graffiti, vandalism, damage. It’s only a fucking rock. But strangely efficient as a reminder of 6 million people murdered in the Nazi Genocide of yesteryear. Yet, as a symbol of something ‘Jewish’, it is no longer safe in our – Read More-
In normal circumstances (whatever that even means), I find the fixture between Tottenham Hotspur (blessed be their name) and Arsenal (the Devil’s team) to be exceedingly stressful. I’ve attended many and it’s difficult. I’ve watched many, hiding behind the sofa with my fingers over my eyes. Arsenal won the league in 1971 by beating Spurs, – Read More-