Men

There is or was a smallish – by which I mean A5-sized – magazine called The Chap. It has about it the air of a foppish 1950s-style gentleman’s publication produced by a clique of like-minded ex-public schoolboys as a vanity project with no regard for popular success, i.e. just the sort of [...]

I am down on the south coast, spending the weekend with my father, who is eighty-eight, partly in order to watch the climax of rugby’s Six Nations tournament together. Sitting outside on his terrace in the bright spring sunshine, he came out with two anecdotes that I had not heard previously – [...]

It is with a huge sense of achievement, and not a little relief, that I can report that I may have completed my self-assessed income tax return for 2012/2013 without, as happened last year, having to pay a £100 for late filing. My fundamental problems with tax returns are two-fold: firstly, my [...]

Last night a friend of mine asked me if I knew what a bogan was. Mishearing her, I thought she said bogey which is one over par at golf,a piece of snot and 50s cockney slang for a policeman. In fact, bogan is best described as an Australian chav. My friend  referred to me a site THINGS BOGANS LIKE [...]