Mrs Kinnock, the PM of Denmark (whom USA Today called ‘an unidentified official’!) demonstrates her appeal, while Mrs Obama seems not to be amused.
Enough about your buns already!
When I first visited Vermont in 1981, my new boss who hailed from NY NY, introduced me to the bagel – and here it is, with smoked salmon, cream cheese, tomato and red onion. No wonder I kept going back for 12 years….
What do you call this?
Allegedly the answers in Britain range across a wide spectrum: sandwich, roll, bap, batch, bun, barm-cake and of course buttie.
I prefer my bacon crisper (but not crispier) and I’m a batch man.
You can always spot a former boarding-school boy. He cringes when you point at him and adjusts his dress to avoid an embarrasing quip at his expense. Memories of fagging and initiation rites flood back. You can take boy out of the dorm but you can’t…….etc. Read more…
Rhodes was, and still is, a very pretty island, with wooded hills in the ‘interior’ and well-preserved old towns within ancient fortifications – including of course the two arms of Rhodos harbour where Colossus once bestrode the entrance. The three of us found a quiet corner on top of the city wall to make camp, conveniently situated for a water tap and even public toilets, a rarity in 1963; while below us the narrow streets were teeming with stall-holders and buyers of everything from local produce to car tyres, with fresh fish aplenty. Although it was of little use to us, with no means of cooking it!
A highlight of our visit was a bus-ride across the island which dropped us off at a valley called ‘Petaloudes’. Read more…
The Beeb’s having a party. 100 women chatting about women (no surprise there then).
But soft! Nobody from Argentina, Spain or Afghanistan? Or the US of A? Or sport? So what is the qualification for selection, I wonder?