Now I’ve heard it all! Andrew Windsor says he is “just a different kind of entrepreneur” – which being interpreted means he recycles public money for personal gain.
There is considerable doubt whether he has either the IQ or the staying power needed even to emulate his nursery-rhymed namesake, either on the ascent or the descent of the fabled hill.
He is a supporter of Norwich City Football Club.
But if my cherished reader is now ensnared by this revelation, there’s more!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-25256822 PS Royal bashing rating: 7/10
I have noticed that Nigella Lawson has earned the admiration, not to say infatuation of the odd cherished colleague hereabouts – for her culinery presentation, I presume, or was it her fast developing Rubenesque form, now no longer in evidence. Read more…
They were forgivable in the ’50s when there were only the Joe Lyons caffs; hardly any prepared foods except baked beans; and housewives with time but limited, even rationed ingredients on their hands. And suave Philip Harbin, with skills freshly honed in the Catering Corps, offered light relief as only BBC toffs could (just one tv channel in those distant days).
(Shown demonstrating Tudor cuisine to Jeanne Heal, another family favourite in 1953.)
The only other memorable chef for my money – hair-of-the-dog after long hours of dipso-Delias and ‘normous Nigellas – was Keith Floyd, who was capable of being both naughty and nice with interesting food from many cultures. Young Oliver, rude Ramsay and the rest can just bake off.
Older colleagues will remember him: the man who talked for Labour; who snatched defeat from the jaws of victory and went on to bore for Europe.
Well now he’s sticking up for young Ed Miliband, only to remind us of his own mauling at the hands of the meeja in the ’80s.
But I doubt whether Ed is happy to have his Lordship, the Welsh Windbag’s support.
“…and now Angela is modelling a generous, practical, yet essentially austere number designed for life in the modern Europe…”
A bunch of us held a gathering at the local McDonald’s where a wide range of topics was discussed. After we had exhausted the serious issues of our time -and polished off a burger or six- we started to talk about television shows and the Emmy awards. I was congratulated on predicting two of the winners long before the short list was announced. Furthermore, these were my only two predictions and both long shots; every man and his dog could have picked Breaking Bad.
One of the members asked if I had insider knowledge. I said I was not at liberty to answer that. A few extra McFlurries were used as a bribe but I stuck to my guns and kept schtum. They’re now convinced I’m in the screenwriter’s guild because I didn’t break the unwritten code of conduct and spill the ketchup, I mean beans.
I’m sure some cherished colleagues have diplomatically mild views on how best to punish criminals.
But HMGov has come up with a humdinger – taking the fags away from the 80% of inmates who smoke. What a stroke of penological genius! Let’s show genuine concern for the prison environment, not to mention the health of the minders and the minded.
Backside wonders whether most of the deprived denizens will ask for transfers to Rikers island, Bang Kwang or La Sante where they could at least nurse their bruises with a quiet drag.