Here, surely, is a man who truly merits a whisky-soaked celebration.
I don’t know how I got this far without sampling the mush that sustains the Southern states.
The original calls for garlic, spring onion, piccalilli, capers and wine, plus two American spice blends, parsley, grated apple, Cheddar and carrots, shredded ham, soy sauce and tomato.
There is currently no international law or body that can organise the detection and prevention of fake medicines - and it's a critical threat to our ability to fight deadly diseases.
In a densely populated city, the café or the neighbourhood bar is effectively an extension of home. The ones we choose are the most basic manifestation of our social self-conception.
Will Self’s Madness of Crowds column.
At Sonic, the shtick is meant to be that the food arrives “at the speed of sound”; and the novelty in the late 1950s was that punters ordered their burgers and via speakers they could drive right up to.
To this day, you can only buy wine in French Canada via the government-run outlets of the SAQ: the Société des alcools du Québec.
The traditional reasons, animal welfare and (to lesser extent) a healthier diet, are now joined by concerns for the environment.
A picnic seems an apposite choice for anarchists – a meal exempt from the usual formalities, sweet and savoury mixed in a glorious jumble and eaten supine on the ground.
The more you consider the crumb, the more you sense the world about you crumbling – while we ourselves are but crumbs scattered on the face of the earth.
Whether it's tweeting about his enemies, or using his children as advisers, Donald J Trump is not a conventional president. We need a strong media to hold the new US president - and other world leaders - to account.
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