On the back of the huge slice of flaming melon

Yes, I thought that would make you look. Here's your starter for 10 (I'm already missing University Challenge and I've been back only a week). Which 20th century artist produced an illustrated poem with this blog's title? Come on, come on! No conferring

Between homes

Just spent the morning collecting together the things I plan to pack and the things that I'm hoping to cram into my mum's loft for my next visit. I catch the bus to Norwich tomorrow ready for my last session with Richard of the Green Room. He is a brilliant

Tea for Three

I forgot to send a card on Father's Day. My excuse was that I was in the middle of the Big Move to Ol' Squit Towers. I know my duty, so as soon as I landed in Sheringham, I promised my dad a nice lunch somewhere. Then I remembered reading about afternoon

Naughtiness in Dubai

It seems the summer sex scandal this year is about the young lady who has been arrested in Dubai for hanky panky on a public beach. This story is interesting from a couple of angles. One is the way that the British media has concentrated on the female

Road Trip

I'm back in the land of yellow fields, canaries, sugar beet, sailing boats and dumplings. Except that there doesn't seem to be any of those things around. What I have noticed is an invasion of elephants. At first I thought there was just one, as I arrived

En route to Norfolk

I'm on my way home. The packing, moving, cleaning and a little bit of unpacking is now over and I've left Ol' Squit Towers and the cats in the safe hands of Deirdra. It's been frenetic and I'll write more about the trial by Al Ain Distribution that

Who am I? Could someone give me the password?

I've planned a couple of blogs in the last few weeks, but have been thwarted by the Evening News website. I've installed some newfangled HotBot type thing which wipes out all of my internet browsing history and possibly any cookies that have been installed.

The World of Choti Billi: Teenager

It's been almost 6 months since I wrote my first little story. In cat time, that's really 3 and a half years. As you can imagine, many things have happened and yet life is much the same. I am still choosing to live with Madam. She doesn't put me in the

Listen and Leave?

I've been catching up with the local election news via Radio 4 online and had a rare opportunity to watch Sky News since I was at a friend's house last night. My goodness, England looks grey, wet and drab. I'd started to feel a little homesick when I

Tired and emotional

Before I start my usual moaning and groaning, I would just like to note that I realise that I am very, very lucky. The horror story reported from Austria this week was a good opportunity to take stock and get some perspective about the trival, silly little

Feeling a bit Snappy Tommish

Thanks to two of my small, but perfectly formed band of regular readers, who commented that they'd missed the weekly dose of old squit. I'm always mulling over a blog, particularly when in the middle of a potential blog situation, but the last two weeks

Put a psocid in it

I was hoping to fire off a quick blog before departing to a classroom to give wayward students the opportunity to take a test that they should have taken 3 weeks ago. However, those lovely people at the Evening News must have been playing with the

Hydra Executives

I've been particularly busy hosting visitors from Norfolk. Moira and Sabrina arrived via Abu Dhabi airport (such a civilised city) about 2 weeks ago, and left last Sunday with my 'treasure' taxi driver Mr Stanley. I've just had an email from a weary

Cocoa Powder Soup Recipe Mark 1

Another stove-related story for your edification. Now, there are 2 main reasons for a day trip to Abu Dhabi, both involving naughty food. The first is lunch at the Galler Chocolate Bar in Marina Mall. This is not a cheap option, but as there's nothing

The Stove Martyr

It's another lovely day, not too hot and it's the equivalent of my Sunday. There's a myriad of alternatives of things to do. I could go to the Hilton to lie by the pool, occasionally swimming a few laps to cool off, ordering a club sandwich for lunch