“When Cash in the Attic came on, I just had to stop everything.”
“Is there is an Ikea in Bucharest?”
“I do like Chinese food usually. It’s just that Frank doesn’t like stuff that’s too exotic.”
“You just need trumpets.”
“When Cash in the Attic came on, I just had to stop everything.”
“Is there is an Ikea in Bucharest?”
“I do like Chinese food usually. It’s just that Frank doesn’t like stuff that’s too exotic.”
“You just need trumpets.”
I was chatting today to an old friend in Nairobi. We come from different backgrounds and different cultures. We disagree about many things, but we have remained steadfast friends since early adulthood. We started to talk about the advice we would offer our younger selves. We began to make a list. Here are a few…
A friend posted on my Facebook timeline the other day, “First you believe in Father Christmas; then you are Father Christmas; then you look like Father Christmas.” I am currently entering that third phase, even if I’m not as hirsute as the big man himself. But I am certainly getting older. I know this because…
This afternoon I set off for just over a fortnight in Delhi, as part of a 25 strong delegation from the UK, attending the Xth Commonwealth Study Conference. This conference, originally set up 25 years ago by the Duke of Edinburgh, takes participants drawn from commerce, the unions and the third sector from all over…
I wouldn’t normally choose to attend a ‘Girls Aloud’ concert, but I was invited by colleagues at Olswang, the media lawyers, to join them in their corporate box last night and I wasn’t going to turn down the invitation. Actually, the truth of the matter is that a few weeks ago I heard that Rhiannon…
This evening, I am probably more angry than I have ever been in my life. My mother turns 80 this year. She is active, feisty, articulate and, I am reliably informed, the Devil to beat at bridge. A leading print and broadcast journalist in her younger days, she broadcasts on Radio Gloucestershire regularly with Dominic Cotter….
I have meetings in New York this week. I love New York. Well, I love Manhattan. If truth be told, apart from the odd foray into Brooklyn for pizza or a visit to a school, my knoweldge of NYC is limited to the island – and even then, only the blocks south of Central Park….