The vaccination rollout was a miracle. But even miracles are over sometimes.
Colours? Codes? It’s Wordle! Except, I’ve seen this before…
Bashful brides or canny cohabitors? Probably neither
Once every household aspired to own one. Now they’re just ghosts beneath our feet.
Fancy a new a halogen lightbulb? Think again.
“What are we going to put on the packaging of this toothbrush?”
“Oh, the answer’s obvious.”
Children’s birthday parties used to be simple. They involved sandwiches cut into fancy triangles. Now, they involve minefields.
They weren’t always men, but they did collect rags and bones. Yes, rags. Yes, bones. There was a use for everything, once. Perhaps we need to remember that.
Once upon a time, if your dolly was very poorly, you’d send her off to the dolls’ hospital. They could do more miracles than a human hospital: replace eyes, furnish missing limbs, and transplant whole sections of hair.
I’m not talking about the salad that was invented in the 1860s by Lucien Olivier, the chef of the Hermitage in Moscow.
No, I’m talking about boiled diced vegetables.