Tag Archives: food
‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’
Casablanca. That sweet German couple sitting in Rick’s. Drinking farewell brandies. Speaking English. Practising for America. Flying via Lisbon, no doubt. Where we’re heading next. By train. Trains run to timetables. Hours and minutes are important. Clocks (and watches) are … Continue reading
What price downmarket pizza?
In a (downmarket) supermarket the other day I overheard a comment which shamed me. It shamed me because I have the luxury of being a person of extremes when it comes to shopping for food. Now and again, anyway. Most … Continue reading
Cadbury. Not so sweet.
I have a personal mind-trainer. He reads things like New Scientist. Digests the tough stuff, regurgitates it in easy-to-assimilate chunks. Sometimes he’s on the receiving end of, ‘please – shut up! I can’t cope with any more.’ But even then, … Continue reading