A cold war is brewing to the tinkling of "Greensleeves".
An organised cull of grey squirrels could also be a culinary opportunity.
Reams have been written about the British empire, but one culprit in the colonisation project has yet to receive its fair share of blame.
As a judge of the “beef and ale” category at the British Pie Awards, Felicity Cloake goes in search of fluffy suet pastry and rich, dark gravy.
Snap, crackle and pop is really this: the snap of our bones on the wheel of fate, the crackle of our skins in the fires of damnation, and the apoptosis that awaits our mortal cells.
This culinary powerhouse is so easy to prepare that to accuse someone of not being able to boil one is a grave insult.
On the scale of outrages this ranks fairly low but I am driven to complain by a desire for simplicity and purity.
Alcohol in powdered sachet form: what could possibly go wrong?
An enoteca in Spitalfields, east London, will be selling a different Tuscan red by the glass each day, with dishes to match.
Can only native Italians bake real pizza and must they hail from Naples for it to be authentic?
Cardamom and fenugreek, garlic and chilli, black pepper and sea salt: just some of the grotesque additives with which these Shropshire smallholders coat their death discs.
The Zombie PM