In awe of this stupidity

Anyone out there who can tell me how this makes anything even vaguely resembling sense? My colleagues and I are organising a conference in Brussels (which means they’re actually organising it and I’m asking irrelevant questions). Anyhow, my PA Iane …

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A pig’s point of view

The first proper money I ever made was in my parents’ restaurant at the Sycamore Inn in Ashton-under-Lyne – a good 18th century pub of character which has since been utterly ruined by the tasteless halfwits at the brewery which …

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