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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EXCUSE the aspirated headline. My apparent descent into Cockney lingo has its reasons. As does the punning use of this Australian phrase that was rapidly popularised after being given birth by a Telstra television ad in 2002. As explained by the Urban Dictionary, it is now used when someone “is pissed off” at another person, who doesn’t necessarily need to be called Jan, for “stuffing up in a stupid way”.  Irritation and annoyance are the usual results of such actions Which is why I state I am not only far from ‘appy; I am greatly un’appy. Regularly irritated and annoyed. Continue reading