I fly a lot. Not because I have developed wings through eating too much KFC, nor because I a am pilot (I am not a good flyer and wouldn’t give confidence to my fellow travellers by reading extracts from Thomas a Kempis’ Imitation of Chris

I was queuing at the shops today, as you do when you don’t have any manifold sins or wickednesses to confess, and stood in the basket-only queue.  The queue was quite slow because of some man in front of me was trying to buy a Mail on Sund

If you have a "do" to go to, the chances are you will be wearing a black tie. If you need to get to your celebratory venue, unless you have a secret tunnel connecting you mysteriously to your destination, you will have to walk down the stre

Nobody has a briefcase anymore.  Gone are the days when you took your old schoolbag to work with “Richards 3C” written inside in Biro because, even in a drunken stupor, your mum couldn’t sew in your name label.People now have f