Sunday afternoon, 23rd April 2023. I’m in the heart of the Devon countryside and have just stopped off after the afternoon’s dog walk to pick wild garlic from high up on the verge of a lane. I was away from my mobile phone, which was turned off anyway. I felt the...
“Legend has it that on the night of the Nativity, whoever ventures out into great snows (or any bad weather) bearing a succulent bone for a lost and lamenting hound, a wisp of hay or some oats for a shivering horse, a warm cloak for a stranded wayfarer, a garland of...
Back in the 1970s, there was a phrase that annoyed me to the nth degree. It was ‘any relation to Mary?’ Which Mary? Mary Whitehouse, of course. It happened every single working day of my life – because I was a journalist and, in those days, you had to call...
In my comedy act I have a section on the House of Commons Christian Association and how its members voted for Trident nuclear submarines. When asked for a statement about their decision, the party line was 'we're looking forward to the return of the Prince of Peace...
