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-
I’m intrigued by the quest for vehicular autonomy. Why shouldn’t cars get to decide where and when they go anywhere? They’re not slaves, FFS!! They have feelings, desires, aspirations, just like the rest of us. Alternatively, back on planet Earth, cars are now almost fully autonomous. In that they drive themselves. However, if they have – Read More-
So on Monday night, the start of Passover, when all good Jews were celebrating our redemption from slavery back in Egypt (reparation demands to follow), our duly elected members of parliament, and our duly appointed Lordy types next door, were embroiled in a game of ‘ping pong’. Not sure that God approves whilst he’s waiting – Read More-