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WHAT is so damned special about fish and chips? The question has to be asked after again foolishly succumbing to the fiction that a chunk of lukewarm battered cod and a heap of pale limp would-be chips is the food of the gods. An endlessly desirable feast for a nation. A national treasure even. Allegedly the very thing needed yesterday when worn and weary from intense activity and a tiring journey home; having to cope  with scant resources in cupboards or fridge, and with no desire or energy to cook for myself. Hence one more ill-advised and foolhardy sortie was… Continue reading

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They took their time: much more than they should. But at long last, the trustees of the National Trust have accepted the resignation of chairman Tim Parker. Or was he pushed as the person ostensibly overseeing a succession of decisions that have alienated many loyal members and seen the dismissal of hundreds of dedicated staff, paid and volunteers?  Parker, he of the shockwave hair, had the gall to ‘thank everyone, not least the many thousands of volunteers …’ Meanwhile, the trust remained in denial that Parker was also chair of the Post Office when it sent so many of its… Continue reading