We love kebabs

The worlds best kebabs are to be found at Ali Babas kebab shop on Green Lanes, Turnpike Lane. I know because I had one last night, although somehow Mandy managed to polish most of it off. The chicken donner we munched, wrapped in a round chapatti style bread instead of pitta, was probably the tastiest… Continue reading We love kebabs

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Litter on the Underground

Sometimes the wooden floors on the District line are sanded down giving a stripped pine effect more at home in the kitchen at River Cottage. Last night on they way home the bleached unvarnished wood beneath my feet contrasted innocently against the surrounding urban filth. So much so that I took a photo with my… Continue reading Litter on the Underground

Treena and Tina

We had lunch at an Italian place in Covent Garden today and the Whitebait has been repeating on me all afternoon, it was nice the first time around, now it just smells of Kattomeat. Out of the blue I met Treena and Tina, two friends from school who where with a Hen night on the… Continue reading Treena and Tina

BBC Last night of the BNP

Yesterday two completely different audiences watched two aspects of our country highlighting the enormous prevailing gap in our increasingly polarised society. Last night of the proms provided a group of hopelessly misguided, and without meaning to sound to bitchy, universally ugly white middle England types with the annual opportunity for gratuitous flag waving. The celebrating… Continue reading BBC Last night of the BNP

A freebie for CND

I heard on the news this morning that Red Ken is allowing CND to use a building in London, I don’t know which one, for a meeting without having to front the usual £20k. He’s faced the usual criticism from Shagger Norris and other Conservatives about personal interests and such like, but are the Tories… Continue reading A freebie for CND

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A Tale of Two Cities

Okay, now for some reason I’ve never really been into proper classic books or old literature or whatever the right name is for it. Maybe because I was in the wrong set for English at my distinctly average suburban comp, or maybe because the front covers of Dick Francis and Douglas Reeman seemed an easier… Continue reading A Tale of Two Cities