REVISITING past pleasures is seldom a good idea. That pretty girl you had a crush on at school has almost certainly aged into an overweight crone who breathes fire (whereas you, of course, retain your youthful good looks).Read
THERE might be a few who will raise a disapproving eyebrow and utter a tut-tut when I say that many of the best times I’ve had have been fuelled by drink.Read
PITY the scotch egg, too often encountered only at buffets during the sort of weddings at which your sozzled aunt insists on belting out Tammy Wynette’s greatest hits over the karaoke.Read
DARKNESS has descended over the industrial landscape that surrounds the Birmingham Mail’s offices here at Fort Dunlop, but it’s broken by the piercing headlights of cars whose drone cuts through the stillness of the night.Read
HUNTING for an item of clothing that my wife desperately needed – though she was unsure what it might be – we took respite in the top-floor bar and restaurant of Birmingham’s iconic Selfridges.Read
THIS, of course, wouldn’t apply to any of you who have ever spoken to me on the phone, but there have been times when I’ve been less than complimentary about callers after I’ve hung up.Read
