IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY

IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY

Britons of a certain age – i.e. old enough to recall Demis Roussos discs and  “Fab” lollies – will almost certainly remember the summer of 1976. My own memories of how temperatures in Southampton reached  35.6 °C on the 28th June, the sheer profusion of ladybirds, the...
Joyeux Anniversaire de marriage!

Joyeux Anniversaire de marriage!

The hired Austin A135 Princess that threw a piston while en route to the venue. The Best Man who told those stories of your National Service that you hoped were long-forgotten. And in the evening, Coronation Chicken and Baked Alaska –  plus the hired local dance...
MEET ME IN THE GARDEN

MEET ME IN THE GARDEN

For those of us (all right, me) of certain imaginative persuasion, the phrase ‘meet me in the garden’ is redolent of any number of very bad crime films. It would be typically uttered sotto voce by Alan Tilvern or any other British B-feature “heavy” to one of his...
DAYS OF FROMAGES

DAYS OF FROMAGES

To understand the culinary revelation that are the cheeses of France to Britons of a certain vintage it is essential to understand life in the 1970s. Younger readers may not be able to appreciate the sheer awfulness of food culture in the UK at that time, an era when...
THE ULTIMATE OMELETTE?

THE ULTIMATE OMELETTE?

On the morning of the 21st April you may well hear the cry of ‘les cloches sont passes!’; the bells are passed!  As many you already know, one of the most charming French traditions is that on Le Jeudi Saint (Maundy Thursday), the church bells fly to Rome to receive a...
AN AFTERNOON OFF

AN AFTERNOON OFF

There are times in this modern life when, to use the title of a certain Peter Sellers/Spike Milligan film, you feel as though the day’s routine encompasses running, jumping, but never standing still. And this why the blog will focus on the joys of lying in the garden...