Bad taste knows no bounds, as indeed this suede - yes, that's right, suede - covered Ferrari shows. I wonder whether the salesman chucked in one of those little brushes and a can of weather-proof spray for nothing or whether…
... makes the world go round and lots of money makes people skip a little dance. We have to pity the poor friends of this trio who are going to have to sit through these holiday snaps.
I admire anyone who can stick to their principles, but question whether this protester is sticking to theirs by parking their van in the supermarket car-park. It may have been left there as a protest, but more likely (s)he ran…
So non-residents can enjoy the view of the garden, but can't get into the garden. We are becoming a city of gated residences, gardens and parks. Or are these boundaries designed to keep the residents in?
Can't have a wheelchair without putting a pound in the slot. Taking someone to hospital for an appointment is now something of an agility test. You can pull up outside but then the clock starts ticking - find wheelchair park,…
An outing with Wilcey with the aim of getting a nice pic of the font. But we could have done without the coach-load of teenagers, who thought it was most amusing to flick the water and each other. We've decided…
There seems to be a dearth of preserved lemons in the local shops, so DIY measures required in order that we can enjoy the tastes of Morocco. The only problem is that they won't be ready for 6 weeks.
This one's for Twig as he is the only person I know who will appreciate the festive period starting on the 11th August! Somewhat surprising to find the local Garden Centre is already putting out its grotto while I'm still…
An evening of Floridian cuisine - conch fritters and key-lime pie. Struggled with the conch, though, they're not native to the River Severn and no-one seems to import them, but the ersatz conch made with giant gambas and a few…
Over the past ten years, the local antique emporia have gradually been replaced by shops selling shabby chic, but these now seem to be disappearing in favour of places selling "junk pure". In fact, this shop was selling a book…
When were kids, we used to play in and on sheds covered with a funny white roofing. Some years later, we realise that the white stuff was asbestos. After many complicated logistical negotiations with the authorities, Nick and Wilcey packaged…