MANY years ago, when I was a fledgling hack with hair and hope, I covered a story about one of the extremist parties fielding a candidate in a local election, unusual in those days when the fascists preferred fisticuffs to the electoral process.Read
SOMEWHERE a little bit icy, a volcano unknown to all but a few anorak-clad enthusiasts with bushy beards and very large gloves blows its top and plane services across Europe are thrown into chaos.Read
THEY sat noisily at the front of the bus, a couple who themselves looked scarcely older than children but who had in tow their own offspring, all three, I’d guess, younger than six.Read
SO MANY curries have passed my lips these past few weeks that I find myself unwittingly singing the words of the Johnny Cash hit Ring of Fire, much to the puzzlement of those around me.Read
AS THIS article is being written, optimism swells in my heart like a great big fluffy puppy. But by now that feeling will no doubt have been replaced by its ugly, snappy little sister, disappointment.Read
IT’S probably a cause for alarm when your choose a dish and a waiter raises an eyebrow and asks in a surprised tone: “Have you ever eaten that before?”Read
THE pre-school son of a friend of mine had the misfortune to attend a birthday party some years ago organised by the sort of mother who probably made her own sandals from muesli.Read
THAT unprepossessing rap artiste Notorious B.I.G. was fond of flaunting his alleged sexual prowess – as well as the size of his cars – in the lyrics of his songs.Read
