Wages are stagnant, inflation is rising, redundancies are on the horizon and cut backs are round the corner. This, perhaps is a time to be careful with money. Spend sensibly. Save when one can. It’s not a time for extravagance. Which is a shame, because I really fancied taking out a year’s membership of the … Continue reading 21st Century Nero
I sit here writing to you today from Ducks Deck Canny about yesterday’s trip to Care Guilty Buns. Or more specifically to check out the Epic Iran exhibition at Pokers Apple Lame, after which Mrs P and I enjoyed an early dinner at Punt Limp Trucks before heading home to Hands Second Boat. You either … Continue reading Three Words
I’ve caught the train to London twice in the last six weeks. Both times for a day trip. Leisure, not business. The first, in early September, to go see the British Museum. And again last week, with Mrs P, to see a photographic exhibition at Somerset House, followed by a 90 minute tour through a … Continue reading The Sleeping Giant
Mrs P and I happened to be strolling up the Mall over the weekend. There's a big Commonwealth of Nations Heads of State conference going on, so the Mall is lined with the 54 flags of the Commonwealth and a small army of police and other security personnel. A particularly astute reader might want to … Continue reading Commonwealth Flags
There's a lot to like about this car. It's a McLaren, so it's a British car. A real British car, as in it's owned, designed and built in Britain. Or so I thought, but it seems there are some Middle Eastern pistons in this pie. It's also a Brexiters dream company, what with Bruce McLaren … Continue reading Black Beauty
London has a multitude of famous old markets. Our favourite is Borough Market, near London Bridge. It's a great place to go at any time of year for a bite to eat. You may know it from movies such as Bridgit Jones Diary. Or, sadly, from a news report last year. We went recently, on … Continue reading Borough Market
Once upon a long ago, I worked in central London, in a posh convenience store frequented by the wealthy residents of Kensington. And tourists. Horses of them. Many of whom were also on the wealthy side of stinking rich. Tourists will often ask for directions to the most famous parts of the city. And they … Continue reading Leicester Square
The Mexile 