Category Archives: Don’t ask me

>The ever-entertaining Private Beach in Hong Kong comes up with the Most Pretentious Job Title of the Week (as well as taking me to task for the use of the word “whence”. Point taken – I should have used “whither”…!). … Continue reading →

>The lady who delivers the free papers around our way is really nice, but she definitely isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Somewhere over the years, she picked up the name “Frau Einstein”. (From whom, I have absolutely NO … Continue reading →

>The Finns are strange people. It must have something to do with living in the permafrost and endless nights for months at a time. And the language is something else, too. It belongs to the Finnish-Ugric family, which includes such … Continue reading →

>I claim to know little (if anything) about these things, but anyway… There’s a new cosmetic product on the market and the womenfolk around here tend to prick up their shell-likes when “new” is involved. Luckily, this Snowberry outfit has … Continue reading →

>My uncle John – not a religious man – would never leave the house without crossing himself and chanting “Watch, wallet, spectacles, testicles” as he confirmed the existence and correct position of each item. He’d be in trouble these days. … Continue reading →

> For the graphic designers and typesetters amongst you…. Tags: keming, kerning, graphic design, typesetting

>Just back from a chat with Inland Revenue. Routine sort of stuff and nice enough people, too My 7 year old friend from up the road, Sophie, was lurking around when I got back and our encounters normally turn into … Continue reading →

>Lucy Kellaway’s my kind of girl. (I use the term somewhat loosely… her Fountain of Youth appears to have become somewhat drought-stricken recently and – from her publicity shots, at least – she’s morphed from waif – top left – … Continue reading →