Explained below My Spanish studies continue with all the alacrity and promise of an armada. I was idly flicking through the Psalms (or...

A tutu (the thing that ballerinas wear) is a bum-bum , or an arse-arse if you prefer. Or, if you are of the American persuasion, I suppose...

I spent my schooldays being asked whether I was related to Bruce Forsyth or Frederick Forsyth. It therefore bothers me that, now I have com...

A few weeks ago I decided to learn Spanish, for no reason whatsoever (I'd say that it was to talk to Spaniards, but I haven't done ...

I was sneaking around the new Postal Museum at Mount Pleasant when I discovered that, technically, there's a difference between post an...

Quick, run to the bookshops! A Short History of Drunkenness is out today. And it's got a beautiful cover. And it tells you about an...

A little etymology, a little drink, a little bit of self-aggrandisement. The names of wine are always a little magical and mysterious, an...