The great British pub – our ‘local’. Once the hub of the community, British pubs are closing in droves. Village pubs have met the same fate as village shops and post offices. Are the days of this great British institution
Not long ago I watched a re-run of a TV programme based in the 60s. It made me laugh. It wasn’t a comedy. But the characters’ horror at a local restaurant found (by the environmental health police) to have goat
I hate waste. I worry about the world’s lack of resources. I’m scandalised by the amount of food that goes into landfill each year. I’m sickened to hear of people going hungry. In WW2, it was a criminal offence to
“Mum please… I love them. Oh but Mum… all my friends’ Mums buy them… just this once… I’ll tidy my bedroom… please… I promise…” Aw bless (or do I mean BLESS?) them! Sound familiar? It should. Listen carefully and you’ll
All I can say is it’s a very good job the 5:2 diet helps control my blood pressure, because today’s article on banning packed lunches in schools had me close to apoplexy.
The worldwide fat tax debate has been raging for some time, and having watched from the sidelines for a while, I couldn’t resist adding my twopenn’orth any longer.
Oh sorry… I didn’t realise you were there… I was miles away! On my smallholding, in fact. I was just enjoying the view watching Derek & Clive (my pet donkeys) grazing quietly in their paddock. Ethel and Stan, my
If you’re a regular to this blog, you’ll know I’m always harping on about the traceability of the food we put on our plates. When I investigated the plight of the not-so-happy chickens, I was sickened by Viva’s
