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I do apologise. I was not with you on Monday because I had a family history to complete for a customer as a birthday present: this presented a deadline that could not be missed, and what with relentless child care duties I’m afraid rants stayed unranted. Which is a shame, really, because the unrelenting shittiness […]

I know most of you have little interest in the World Cup, so because this is a public service blog, free at the point of need, I have been surfing the Brazilian zeitgeist for you to spare you the ordeal. Don’t send thanks, send money. The best thing I have seen so far is the […]

A couple of weeks ago Brother Fiddle received a letter – more of a decree, really – informing him that if Prince Charles decides to intrude his royal person upon the good brother’s nether regions, Fiddle will jolly well have to put up with it. Or something like that. The Duchy of Cornwall, Prince Charles’s […]

There is a chainsaw-shaped hole in my id. I want a chainsaw. I need one. But I’m scared of them, and when the Brother Who Must Not Be Named tells me I am not allowed to use one because if I do I will chop off some vital part of myself or a member of […]