A mandolin is a useful bit of kitchen kit, however it must be used with care. Especially now that the top of my index finger has become a vital appendage.
I have lived fairly contentedly in London for forty-three years and much of my happiness I now realise has come from avoiding the Hanger Lane Gyratory system.
Do you remember when there were messages like this broadcast on Long Wave? ‘Would the driver of a blue Ford Anglia, registration number xxxx please call home as an emergency has arisen.’
Never buy or sell anything on the doorstep. This rule has served me well in the past but rules are made to be broken. Wash Doctors knocked on the door and hooked me.
The tyranny of technology leads to insanity – it’s a proven fact and explains why I turn to religion as a balm for the psychological wounds inflicted by my malevolent MacBook Pro and impish, insolent, indolent iPad.