It must be quite expensive being Boris Johnson. For starters, there’s the taste for the finer things in life he’s had since pretty much the day he was born. For…
Last year, this blog ran a two-part series after being contacted by a DJ who admitted he’d been doing plague raves. Part one had the DJ – who only agreed…
When I was around 15 years old, I was sat in English class one day – and the task that day was to compare and contrast arguments for making women’s…
Most people who know anything about the political past of Boris Johnson had extremely low expectations when he became Britain’s Prime Minister in 2019. But even they are becoming increasingly…
Two years ago, I remember speaking to a friend who used to organise illegal raves in the 1980s. He told me there were a number of unspoken rules they used…
As bellies around the world struggle on in that thankless task of processing all that food on the dining table yesterday, we enter the bizarre period between Christmas and New…
The following post is likely to sound terribly self congratulatory. And to be fair, that’s because it partially is. Just over two weeks ago – 17 days ago, to be…
The plague rave agency which periodically gets mentioned on this blog – although never by name – haven’t had a good year. Firstly, one of their DJs admitted to me…
Quite a few months ago now, this blog published an account by a plague rave DJ of his activities during the pandemic. The deal was simple – I would allow…
Puff pastry is nice. It’s a nightmare to make – so much so that many restaurants actually buy it rather than let their chefs attempt the lengthy process themselves. It’s…
