I don’t want the world on a stick, I just don’t want plap on a spoon.

“My life is in that spoon” Five minutes in and nice, benefit-of-the-doubt giving Marie was poised, clutching the Sky remote and taking aim, as a woman who has just piled an entire starter into the space that would normally occupy a small boiled egg watches her life literally pass before her eyes and in front… Read More I don’t want the world on a stick, I just don’t want plap on a spoon.

A Letter To You, Jamie…You Utter Pillock.

Jamie Oliver, defender of the nations digestive tracts and champion of Filipo Berio (fairly certain he drizzles that shit on his fucking cornflakes) has suddenly waded-in, Tory-Boy style (and about a zillion years after the human race generally agreed that the whole concept was a pile of steaming horse-shit) on the matter of what people… Read More A Letter To You, Jamie…You Utter Pillock.

We’re not going to sit in silence…but let’s not be arseholes either, eh?

For reasons that are not mine to discuss, John Farnham is the Patron Saint of Poor Decision Making in our house. His 1986 hit ‘You’re The Voice‘ is on the Fowler-Leonard blacklist along with anything by Sean Paul (the man who has consistently been in my husbands ‘Top Five People Who Deserve To Die’ for… Read More We’re not going to sit in silence…but let’s not be arseholes either, eh?