Tag Archives: humour
FEASTS & FANCIES: Of Chocolate and Chestnuts
My mother didn’t particularly care for food. She seldom expressed any joy towards it and made sure I was trained to show no more than polite enthusiasm when praising a dish. One of my early childhood memories is of being … Continue reading
FEASTS & FANCIES: Reblochon & Asparagus Sandwich
“Bad table manners, my dear Gigi, have broken up more households than infidelity,” says the ageing Belle Époque courtesan to the niece she is training in the MGM musical based on Colette’s novella. When I was six years old, I … Continue reading
FEASTS & FANCIES: Sometimes, you just need a subterfuge…
It was always the same pattern. “Dearest, what vegetables would you like?” “I don’t know.” “We need some greens… they’re good for us.” “Okay.” “You never have any greens.” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do, sometimes!” This … Continue reading
Unapologetic Anthropomorphism
Scribe Doll
Sunday Concert
It’s a string quartet today. Beethoven. It’s what people enjoy. The folding chairs have been put out. The seat cushions have aged flower patterns and were last washed probably sometime at the end of the last century. Audience members, mostly … Continue reading
Should these Connotations Always Apply?
Dark Just read any book or film review. Dark implies deep, complex, fascinating, intelligent, and, therefore, somehow worthy. I tend to think that dark is just dark. It’s not good, it’s not bad. It’s just dark. But, since we’re on … Continue reading
If Martin Luther had taken some Vitamin C…
In my final year at University, where I was reading for a degree in French Literature, thanks to a new syllabus tried out by the French Department, I was allowed to specialise by choosing four options. I was only too … Continue reading
Adventures with Chicken Soup
My acupuncturist takes a quick look at my tongue. “You’ve got a low blood count,” she says. I smile and roll my eyes, thinking of how my GP had to draw blood and process it for a whole week before … Continue reading
Just a Bit of Fun at the Expense of One English Social Stereotype*
We went to London last week, and stayed in Fulham, where I lived for several very happy years. For the information of non-Londoners, it’s an area in the South-West of the capital, a twenty-minute Tube ride from the West End … Continue reading
Befriending Lady E.
VIP transport was arranged for her relocation from Ukraine. Her immediate members of staff had moved to London ahead of her to get everything ready. The flat, in a quiet, tree-lined street, was furnished; the fridge was stocked with her … Continue reading