I was asked to write a full report on the island of Sicily. Because even though I’ve written about nothing else for the last week, for some people (you know who you are), that’s not enough. No. They want to be spoon-fed the details, they want bullet points and guarantees, issued by me, with full, – Read More-
Can’t tell you how wonderful the wedding was on Sunday. So I won’t. Fuck you. You should’a made the effort. Oh, alright then, it was hot. Not as hot as it could have been because there was a bit of cloud cover, causing a searing, scalding 34 degrees to become a just mildly hot 28, – Read More-
We went out for dinner last night, place recommended to the younger daughter, who’s here too. Firstly because she has to fly somewhere every three weeks; it’s a rule, and secondly because the bride is one of her best mates. Since they were about 3. And on the menu was sardines. I love sardines. But – Read More-
Do you like Italian food? Over here, they call it ‘food’, but we know it as the finest of pastas and pizzas and beautifully grilled fishes and octopuses and tomatoes and cheeses, many of which look much better than they taste. So when you go to an ‘Italian’ in London, that’s what offered. And it’s – Read More-
They don’t get cruise ships in Corcheval. They’re banned by the French. So instead, they have Russians. It happened about 25 years ago when a gorgeous little Alpine town, famous for its Croisette, morphed into Rodeo Drive up the Mountains. The gorgeous little boulangeries and boutiques were out-priced by the incoming droves of Tom Ford – Read More-
We done Mount Etna. Shouldn’t have bothered, you can see it much more clearly from breakfast here in Taormina. But it’s gotta be done. You approach from the south and for miles and miles there’s just massive piles of black, volcanic rock. All spewed down in various, past spewages from Etna. Your first thought is: – Read More-
I was just enjoying Sicily, the ice creams, beaches, pasta, sunshine, pizzas and murders, when I learned that Nigel Farage is standing for MP!!! He’s failed 7 times thus far to enter the Palace of Westminster and is hoping for a straight 8. Though picking Clacton, in Essex, is clever. And I can say this, – Read More-
We’re here. When you arrive at Palermo airport they immediately put a black bag over your head, stick a gun in your back and march you to passport control, in a derelict garage out the back. There you meet a man with ‘connections’, who, for a small but significant sum, will ‘protect’ you for the – Read More-
Hi. My name’s Andy and I haven’t spoken about politics for 3 days now!!! (All together:) “HI ANDY!!!” Yes, I’m a recovering political observer. Though I’m not sure I can ever recover from the fact that in America you can not only be president with a criminal past, but can actually do so with a – Read More-
Well this is all big news. About the brother. The crocked one, currently lollygagging in the Royal Free. He’s come out of Intensive Care. Holy shit. The next step. In a forwardly direction. Ok, so the good news is: you’re out of the ICU!!!! (Where there is a nurse at your side 24 hours of – Read More-