Look carefully at the image above. Stare intently at the centre of the screen as though you were penetrating far beyond its shallow depth of however many centimetres. Try not to blink for at least thirty seconds. If you have to blink then do it several times quickly, shut your eyes for one minute, then resume viewing. Have you spotted…
We’ve all been there, one dreary and distant summer holiday or half-term, a tub of acrylic paint in one hand, and in the other a potato oozing with starch. Creating geometric shapes – and the occasional smiley face, flower petal, or simple heart – by slicing potatoes into stencils and stamps is a popular childhood pastime, an evocative relic of our scarcely forgotten youth. In a…
When a fledgling husband’s beloved bride died in a horrific accident just a couple of weeks after their wedding day, he was understandably more than a little distressed. Mangled by a combine harvester when she strayed too far from a summertime picnic, the poor man could barely recognise the body of his dear deceased. She was young and pretty and truly…
My husband of fourteen long and briefly joyous years suddenly left me last month for a male circus hooker. He spends his time between the arms of his lover and more menial tasks, such as cleaning out the lion cage and refilling the clown’s squirting water flower. And while part of me admires him for it, the situation has hardly…
In the Friends episode ‘The One Where Ross Got High’, as Monica hosts Thanksgiving Rachel is tasked with making dessert. With an English recipe book to hand, sticky pages confound her into combining a traditional English trifle with a shepherd’s pie. That means ascending layers of ladyfingers, jam, custard which she made from scratch, raspberry sauce, ladyfingers, beef sauteed with peas…
So it’s finally summer, and the thirst is real, oh Lord the thirst! In some parts of the world you can drink slushies, but in the sort of parts of the world where there is no 7-Eleven or there persists an overt concern for health, you might have to rely on fruit juices to sate your appetite for something wet and cooling. Fruit…
We’re still all absolutely devs about the breakup of 1D, and spend these long summer nights only dreaming about their one-day reunion as the runny makeup stains our tear-sodden pillows. Sob sob! But we also spend these dank summer nights dreaming about Zayn Malik’s first world tour, which will one day bring him tunefully to the United States of America. Zayn…
he ice rushed down the wall face with no warning but a ‘crck crck crck’, a flurry of jagged translucency muffling the last piercing cries of the steward and the maester who soon lay helpless underneath. For Maester Ormon, the steward Urvid, and many other men (but no women) of the Night’s Watch, worse was still to come. Within hours they had…
Sometimes it simply can’t be helped. You’re enjoying a nice bar of your favourite chocolate, you’re pulling those button-shaped and candy-covered treats out of their too-small packages one by ever-loving one, you’ve got your fingers all in the wrapping paper and your tongue is making it clean, and somehow some of that chocolate has ended up smeared all over your…
The Beast is back, dumped by Belle after she skim-read all the books in his library, and deciding that she rather prefers a man with copious amounts of facial hair, absconded in the middle of the night for the frolics and japes of her old village. Understandably the Beast is none too impressed. He skulks about his oversized castle, transformed…
