Category: That Reminds Me . . .

I HAVE written previously about my belief that if you are prepared to eat animals, you should go the whole hog. During a visit to Budapest, my better half reminded … Continue readingHaving a ball in Budapest

BENEATH the streets of a south-east London suburb can be found an extraordinary and mysterious network of tunnels, hewn from chalk and in total more than 20 miles long. Welcome, … Continue readingDown in the caves with Hendrix, Bowie and Doctor Who

IT WAS with sadness that I learned of the death of John ‘Tex’ Hennessey, a good friend and former colleague on the Daily Mail. Tex was a sports sub-editor who doubled … Continue readingThe one and only Tex Hennessey

A WHILE ago I waxed lyrical about Nearest and Dearest, a prime example of the ‘so bad it’s good’ school of TV comedy. From across the Atlantic, here comes another, the toe-curlingly … Continue readingMarried . . . with malice

OF all the words I would associate with the top bar of the Harrow, charm would not be one of them. Reached by a flight of stairs to the rear … Continue reading‘Ain’t you got no ’omes to go to?’

AS I may well have observed before, there have been certain teachers over the years whose enthusiasm and knowledge lit up their lessons, inspiring pupils to love the subject and … Continue readingRon Freethy, country gent

ONE sunny Sunday morning about 15 years ago, I went for a walk with the dog and as we ambled along a wooded path I found myself at a crossroads … Continue readingThe Wilberforce Oak

This is the second in an occasional series about Wodehouse works which might be less familiar than the Jeeves and Wooster stories. WE are in the bar parlour of the … Continue readingBeyond Jeeves and Wooster: Mr Mulliner

TODAY I wish to declare a love affair. It is with cacti and other succulent plants, has lasted more than half a century and shows no sign of waning, particularly … Continue readingOur succulent friends

AT THE end of my first day as a reporter on the Burnley Evening Star in 1974, I joined my colleagues in the back room of the adjacent boozer, the Red Lion. From … Continue readingSpoofing in the Red Lion