The Lord John Russell is a blue pub. It is the only blue pub I know. Blue on the outside certainly, plenty of pubs do that. But very few continue this motif indoors. But then this is part of the joy of the LJR. It is so clearly a proper pub, with its[…]

Sorry! This is Stinking Bishop – they look very alike! I neglected to take a photograph before scoffing the cheese.
A washed rind cheese from Gloucestershire, bought from Neal’s Yard Dairy.
Very exciting!  An FT cheese exclusive! I can’t[…]

A raw-milk hard cow’s cheese made in Wisconsin, and bought from Neal’s Yard Dairy.
Inside this wedge of cheese the paste’s a bright yellow, scattered with the white dots that promise lactic acid crunch, and with cracks running the […]

Resonance FM 104.4 in London has been airing our breathless coverage of every Pop World Cup match since it started way back in whenever it was, and the last half-hour roundup goes out this Saturday at 16:00. Peter Baran and Roger Bozack will analyze […]

Nigeria 3 Germany 1
The Pop City Stadium in Johannesburg is awash in white and green tickertape; the team jog around the perimeter bearing manager Matt DC aloft upon their shoulders; a continent rejoices as for the first time an African nation has wo[…]

A pasturised goats cheese from Hertfordshire, bought from Neal’s Yard Dairy.
Childwickbury always makes me think of the moon; it’s a round of pure white, incredibly young cheese. It’s damp and crumbly, an adolescent creature existi[…]

One of the unfortunate results of having grown up in a world where MySpace existed while I was still underage* is that my previous internet selves occasionally rear their ugly heads and bite me. I had the revelation several years ago that I ought to […]

Ah controversy. So many people court you but when is the wedding? I have always found the ideas of religions advertising to be a bit odd*, though even I cannot help but smuggle a small smile when I think of cheap posters saying Carpenter Seeks Joiner[…]

There are a lot of stupid things that supermarkets do to food that upset me. Wrapping cucumbers is of course everyone’s least favourite example of stupidity at work and washing potatoes counts as a close second. Washing carrots unnecessarily, s[…]

Here we are, at last.

Here we stand at the summit of Pop Football achievement, looking back at 63 matches: some wonderful, some perplexing, some illuminating, very few boring. We’ve heard so much pop, enjoyed so many marvellous moments, and […]