If you have been watching the events of the last few days unfold, I think you must agree, no one does ceremony like the British. Pointless precision and uniform uniformity coupled with bulled, super shiny, mirror finish, Boots, Ankle, General Service, seem to be our nation’s superpower now that we are no longer a superpower.…
A Feast of the Imagination Oops, I’ve let my imagination get the better of me. Deep in my subconscious mind, I’m desperately ravaging a Beef Wellington; my ever-sweet tooth eager to tuck into the final course of an imaginary feast and scoff the non-existent Peach Melba that doesn’t await me. Already, I’m regretting the invented…