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In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that the adapter got some other U/non-U things very slightly wrong, unless Antony Wilding is supposed to be non-U.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that the adapter got some other U/non-U things very slightly wrong, unless Antony Wilding is supposed to be non-U.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have anything really to say, except that it seems like a Big News Story, with serious global repercussion, and also about cricket.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes about cricket. Wait, why are you leaving? Oh, right, cricket.
In Which, having intended for some time to add to the monograph on tea preparation and consumption heretofore presented in this space, Your Humble Blogger at last is able to illustrate, graphically, a concept concerning the difference between, as an example, an ordinary breakfast blend, purchased in bulk, and the detritus that makes its way into a typical sachet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks for the connection, and finds only balls.
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns to a favorite book and finds it different than it was, which is what makes it so good, really.
In Which Your Humble Blogger mourns the passing of a funny man.
Your Humble Blogger would like to congratulate Moira Cameron for becoming a Member of the Sovereign’s Body Guard of the Yeoman Guard Extraordinary. I didn’t know that to become a Beefeater, a person must have at least 22 years exemplary…
“Around about half-past-three this afternoon, the thrill returned to English Test cricket”, writes Andy Bull for the Guardian. “It was one of those gripping moments when Test matches come into their own; people in offices give up any pretence to…
It has come to Your Humble Blogger’s attention that not all Gentle Readers are familiar with George Orwell’s essay on A Nice Cup of Tea. Y’all will remember that I have little use for Mr. Orwell’s ideas, but I do…