Pub
The nature of luck
I was walking across a fallow field to the pub with my two grandsons. ‘What’s this?’ said my 11-year-old Oscar,…
Just another mad night out at the local bad-food gastropub
We were enjoying our evening at the overpriced gastropub until a woman in a dark uniform appeared at our table.…
Even the BBC’s recipes are politically correct
I’m cooking almost full-time for my poor old Mum and learning on the job: shepherd’s pie, roast pork, cauliflower cheese.…
Treble doubles, shattered glass and a copper on the doorstep
The door to Trev’s flat was open so I walked in and found him on the sofa watching TV. He…
A lament for the best pub in Devon
We had a hyperbole competition, the taxi driver and I, over the climbing full moon, clearer and brighter than either…
Trev leans over to me: ‘Jägers?’ he says. ‘Pope?’ I say.
I walk into the King Bill at eight o’clock and the usual young Friday-night crowd is in and the spirit…
From the start, I knew I’d be the Independent’s last print editor
I knew, the minute my job was first mooted, on the steps of San Francesco church in the sun-drenched, mafia-infested…
His first night out in three weeks and Jeremy Clarke failed to pull
I haven’t been out for three weeks and I’m up for a big night. To prove it I’m wearing my…
