Literary journalism from the poorest beginnings

Until recently I didn’t know much about the Polish journalist Ryszard Kapuscinski. However, I was reading his obituary and became quite fascinated. He was born in Pinsk, in what is now Belarus, in 1932. His family was so poor that they wore tree bark for shoes. He...

Two questions for you

Answers on a postcard please. Question 1: How often did this happen that they needed to put up a sign? Question 2: Under what circumstances would it be okay, thereby leading them to use the word “may” in that sign? Incidentally, I took this photo in...

Endorsed or confused?

Everything is still rather hectic at the moment, so I apologise once again for the intermittent posts. However, to keep you entertained very slightly, I’ll just share this little gem from Adrian in London. On searching the British Department of Health website...

Apologies

My apologies for the complete lack of service. There’s been a family emergency. I won’t bore you with the details, but I’m still in the UK and will be for a while. Posts here will be sporadic at best for a little while, but check in every once in a...