The outdoorsy vein of my recent activities continued the weekend following the camping trip with a group venture out to a “cabin” in the “woods”. I use these terms loosely, because when I say ‘cabin’ what I really mean is ‘incredibly swanky holiday home of a millionaire with a pool table, a double balcony, and… Read More Are you cabin a laugh?
I broke my camping duck a couple of weeks ago. Which isn’t to say that I hadn’t partaken of many of the activities associated with it before – y’know, setting up tents, cooking by campfire, and such like – but when I was a Brownie I used to get sent home in tears on a… Read More Camping It Up
Most cities care by making some attempt to help the homeless, or by making sure their waiting staff are paid at least minimum wage. New York cares by painting fences. On Saturday a group of particularly public-spirited/in-possession-of-nothing-better-to-do Mountbattens got up at stupid o’clock to drag themselves out to the Bronx to take part in New… Read More Caring About Stuff