Pointless Nostalgia: Horror Bags

The children of my generation were the luckiest ones when it came to crisps in the U.K.  We were the guinea pigs for experimental manufacturers’ imaginations, those palate manipulators who wanted to test the very limits of our tastebuds’ endurance, from sweet to sour, mild to spicy, subtle to spanking.  The biggest innovations came when […]

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Wonderful Words: Continental

Some words don’t require explanation, they simply generate emotions and stir senses all on their own.  One such word is continental.  It makes me hungry in the morning, it makes me long for holidays while I’m working, it comforts me in the evening.  The first time I remember hearing it was when a family friend bought their son […]

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A Fruity One..?

Originally published in U Magazine, April 2008 There’s nothing wrong with a man drinking a fruity cocktail, is there?  Actually, don’t answer that yet. I don’t know why I feel like I’m in confession here, because I haven’t exactly sinned.  But then, if you’re transgressing unwritten North-European boozing laws, which were malletted into stone before […]

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American… Pizzas

A colleague has got me thinking, in the way that colleagues often do – by inadvertently riling me.  The poor blighter asked, in all innocent ignorance, “how do they make ‘pizza sauce’ in Italy?”  Pizza sauce?  Sauce? They don’t use sauce, they use tomatoes. Fret not, dear reader, I didn’t start ranting at him, I thought I’d do it here […]

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