Writing About Stuff
Lasagne and chips. In Britain we can murder anything. The wine was good, a warm and spicy Pay d’Oc. My wife and I had ordered a whole bottle, vital if we were to have any hope of downing the aforementioned lasagne. Our food arrived but it was self-service and I’d…
I am a romantic at heart. Old houses, open fires, royalty, chivalry, poetry and books. Science just spoils it all. OK, so I am writing this from my wireless laptop at home in Kent. The article has just saved itself automatically, in case I get interrupted. Where is it saved?…
Breakfast Thursday morning: I explained to my 8-year old daughter where coal comes from. “Cool,” she responded. So there you have it, coal is cool.