Is Worrall Thompson getting off lightly?
12:34pm 
I see that the famous midget cook, Antony Worrall Thompson, has been cautioned for having nicked some wine and cheese from the Henley branch of Tesco. Indeed, it seems he was filmed tucking some Cathedral City Cheddar or something inside his bag on new fewer than five separate occasions.
It’s been a tough few years for Worrall Thompson’s businesses, on account of the recession, and some of his restaurants have closed down. I have no great animus against AWT, and am of course steadfastly behind his work for FOREST. But there is...
Here’s another one, part of an occasional series in these parts, of people from the newspapers who are, for often undefinable reasons, really, really annoying. Not always undefinable, mind. 
I would have more sympathy for Diane Abbott if she hadn’t used precisely such ‘racist’ indiscretions against other people in the past. Not least me, frankly. I hope she might begin to see how absurd the whole business is. But I have the horrible feeling she will think herself an innocent who has been wrongly nobbled, perhaps by the vindictive white hegemony, while everybody else is still guilty as sin and deserves to be punished. 
A happy new year to all of you; I hope it is more pleasant than 2011. My resolution is to kick anyone who uses the word 'chill' to me in any context other than that referring directly to inclement weather or a touch of ague. Anyone who uses 'chill' in combination with the suffix 'pill' or 'out' will be kicked repeatedly. 
Christmas is all about enjoying the look on the face of a loved one as he or she opens something which you know will fill them with great emotion. And so Christmas day came a couple of days early for me as I watched my wife open the Oftsed report on our daughter’s school and shriek with fury to see that it had been downgraded from ‘good’ to ‘satisfactory’ (or, as the word is better understood, ‘utter sh*t’). The accompanying letter from the headmistress was one of the most disingenuous and dishonest pieces of...
Usually at this time of year my family decamps for a weekend to some lovely city in what used to be called eastern Europe — Bratislava, Krakow, Vienna or, best of all, Budapest — for the Christmas fairs. The air tickets to these places are dead cheap, usually about twenty quid, and the hotels good value. A family of five — as ours is — can cover flights and accommodation for rather less than £200 all in. As I say, Budapest is my favourite, but Vienna is a good compromise (as indeed it was,...
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