There‘s the sign - oak, not terracotta. Enraged me enough to photo it, although at least it’s more frank than I remembered

I am torn, as certainly it's something of a contributor to public society than pure tax dodging and it lasts longer in a sense. But it's also giving away something that was probably unwanted anyway, is very London-centric and invests little into our people

PS Stop trying to make 'Soco' happen, Southern Comfort. It's 'No JD? Oh, alright then' and you know it

The FT are not those people

No, porters predate craft ale by a long way. They’re different to stout but not enough for me to notice the difference

I’ve just come back from Madeira, a country without a monarchy who’s chief export is bananas and I have to say I would recommend visiting that Banana Republic

I‘ll tell you what - the opening credits to In Bed With MeDinner make a lot more sense now

Have you gone gluten free or did you just really fancy a pint of the black stuff?

Once again thinking about those Red Dwarf making of pieces where the actors talk about how innovative it was to have the same actor on screen in two different roles

I spent a long time trying to figure out where I recognised John Malcom from and eventually had to give up and check IMDb. Many years later he’d be in another programme I discovered through @talkingpicturestv.bsky.social - Enemy At The Door