Pub

Even the BBC’s recipes are politically correct

17 February 2018 9:00 am

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

25 November 2017 9:00 am

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

11 November 2017 9:00 am

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.

19 March 2016 9:00 am

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

20 February 2016 9:00 am

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

3 August 2013 9:00 am

I haven’t been out for three weeks and I’m up for a big night. To prove it I’m wearing my…