The week has passed Septemberily, arguing fiercely with itself about whether it should turn the heating on. Yes, it’s autumn, so here’s a recipe for a really fantastic apple sauce. You will need: Kumar Sangakkara Two spoonbills and a great white egret A hard-working and diligent spouse A metric fucktonne of apples (ok, let’s say … Continue reading First take your Sangakkara
The week has passed athletically, for athletes at least. Winners won, losers lost, and no matter how much a nation jumped and shouted, Mo Farah couldn’t haul himself over the line in front of the others just one more time. To many, that final silver will be a blemish on his long record of unremitting … Continue reading Go Mo! Oh no.
The week has passed, cheering Mo Farah to the rafters, but keeping just enough breath in its lungs to propel a hearty boo towards Justin Gatlin. I have decamped to Edinburgh, where I will spend the next week waving my arms at these people in the hope that coherent sounds will appear. On the basis … Continue reading Fringe benefits
The week has passed goutily. I know. I’m sorry. There’s nothing more tedious than people moaning about their ailments. But the trouble is that as a result of said gout, I’ve been more or less housebound all week, and able to do little more than fester on the sofa watching cricket. How does this differ … Continue reading Plums and berries and gout, oh my!