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The world’s shortest fairy tale

I don’t believe in fairy tales, but this one I received by email today and quite like: Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl “Will you marry me?” The girl said, “No.” And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing,...

Just offal

Sunday morning in London, and you can’t go past a big breakfast fry-up. Discovering that she lacked a few key ingredients, Maria ventured to the top of the street to the local butcher, and returned with more than a few thin sausages. “It’s all about...
Henry Moore at Kew Gardens

Henry Moore at Kew Gardens

London’s weather this week has been wild and woolly, necessitating a desperate search through my lightweight t-shirts and capri pants for something appropriate to wear. On Wednesday, Maria and I set off in our jeans and trenchcoats to Kew Gardens, where an...

Loitering in London

What a slack blogger I’ve become in my “vacation” month. Anecdotes, photos, experiences, sights and sounds and smells are piling up one on top of each other like pages from those free newspapers that litter the Underground daily; yet I have failed to...

From pinxos to gastro-pubs

So much for my waistline – on Sunday, during an overnight trip to Winchester (absolutely beautiful and not just for its Cathedral), I managed bangers & mash for lunch in a gorgeous renovated pub, then a prawn curry a few hours’ later at the home of my...
A pintxos in time. Or perhaps nine.

A pintxos in time. Or perhaps nine.

These treats are what the residents of Basque country call pintxos (pronounced pinch-oss), the delicious and colourful treats that pass for dinner in the far north of Spain. Here, lunch seems to be the main meal of the day, so by day’s end the locals are looking...
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