Tribalism is a funny thing, and will no doubt crop up again in various posts, and while its links to football are as obvious as the nose on your face – no offence intended if your hooter is, shall we say, not to be sneezed at – I hadn’t considered how I might use it to my personal advantage.
Hot, isn’t it. No? Well, it is here, and everything has stopped because we can’t cope with temperatures pushing … well, nothing special to be honest.
This column for the excellent Expatriate Lifestyle magazine appeared in the May 2015 edition
Some idiot reversed into my car in Tesco’s car park. That, I expect, is what the owner of the car behind me in Tesco’s car park probably said when he got home. He might well have added an adjective or two to describe the idiot in greater detail, but the editor’s Big Red Pen of Purity won’t let me speculate in print.
This column for the excellent Expatriate Lifestyle magazine appeared in the October 2010 edition
Caring sometimes involves telling it like it is, expressing hard truths that those with less emotional attachment might leave unspoken. And so it was that, straight out, I informed young Sam – he’s only seven – that he was fat. I didn’t like doing so, not with the obvious implications for his self-esteem and lifestyle, and I didn’t know how he was going to take it, but it had to be done; no beating about the bush. In the end, his reaction was, on the whole, quite muted. He looked at me, with that enigmatic expression he so often wears, leaned forwards slightly, and licked my nose.
I have just finished writing my monthly column for the excellent Expatriate Lifestyle magazine, and it is on the subject of Winter. It brought to mind one that I wrote before, on the very different, and for me much more pleasant subject of Spring. Here it is. It was published in April 2010 …
This is a column from the excellent Expatriate Lifestyle magazine. It was first published in June 2014
I’m concentrating on fruit and vegetables, so any extra rhubarb in this column is entirely intentional. The government mandarins over here have issued new guidelines. They’ve released a report, or it might have been leeked, stating that their old advice of five portions a day is wrong and that the magic number is now seven. Initially, this did not strike me as something which would go down well, though driving past a field I was sure the cows were looking unusually chuffed. But, assuming they’re not going to enfranchise cattle, why, I wondered, did they do it?
This is a column from the excellent Expatriate Lifestyle magazine. It first appeared in July 2012.
They’re bringing back bob-a-job week! Marvellous! I can’t stop smiling. For those of you who don’t know, the clue’s in the name. During one designated week, Cubs and Scouts knock on neighbourhood doors, and, instead of running away before they are opened, carry out tasks requested of them by the residents.
Although some may not recognise it as such, I played what I insist on calling tennis yesterday, largely for the exercise, since these days the glory is more of a distant memory than a realistic aspiration.
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