I hadn’t been to a Pizza Express in years. How the mighty fall, me having moved on to the larger joys of La Porchetta or the almost identical, but nicer staffed Pizza Paradiso. But where else to eat on Millbank? And they are celebrating their f[…]

Just when we thought Chapter 9 would finally say who built the moon, it instead gives us a fudge. Oh it names the moon builder all right, and a rubbish name it gives them too. Said moon builder is called : UCA: not the Universe Construction Agency, w[…]

When something is described as the “Biggest Grossing Film Ever In…” I tend to worry. Not that populism isn’t bad per se, but then the US Market has as its high water mark (literally) Titanic. A thoroughly competent overblown ([…]

Mum’s packed lunch left rather a lot to be desired. On the journey down to my folks’ place in the south of France, she served up a picnic of browning iceberg, bendy carrots and hard-boiled eggs with yolks the colour of pumice (“I forgot they we[…]