I am not a sodding potato
I am steaming. See that picture above? That steam just came out of my actual ears. 24 hours ago I was on holiday but here I am, a day later and any feelings of being relaxed have been destroyed. Replaced with anger at your systems and my now almost daily dealings with your company. I
That’s basically what this thread amounts to. And to be honest, I am sick of it. Sick of people having a dig at other people who are going about their lives, living it how they feel works for them, asking nothing of anybody else, only to find themselves being bashed and bullied by
I don’t know what possessed me to attack our kitchen cupboards last weekend but something did. I can’t even claim that I had bought a new labelling machine and had found a determination to use it because we have had it for years. Saturday morning though and Mr B came downstairs to find the
The great travel writer Simon Calder once said “if you want to be a travel writer, start at your own back door”. That really struck a chord with me, and whilst I have no great ambition to be a travel blogger (I have a full time job that makes leaving the house for longer than
With the gorgeous weather this weekend we decided to make the most of it (and our National Trust membership) and head to a property we haven’t been to before: Hughenden Manor in Buckinghamshire. Not only is the house steeped in political history due to it being the home of former British Prime Minister, Benjamin
Toasted Marshmallow day is Wednesday 30th August. You would be forgiven for not knowing this of course since it is one of those “National Days” made up by an organisation with a vested interest: in this case The National Confectioners Association. Whoever they are. It used to be that toasting marshmallows was the preserve of
Dear Giles Coren I have just seen on social media that you recently reviewed a cafe near a beach on the south coast and whilst doing so ranted about “tattooed fatties day tripping from Plymouth”. Now I can’t work out if you actually mean that or if you said it as some kind of traffic
It has been a while since I ranted on a Friday but I saw a headline yesterday that properly made me rage. And made me ask “when is a review not a review”? No surprise it was in the Daily Mail but hey ho. The article in question was this one:
