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Reminder: It Wasn’t Just Britain That Fought in WWII — It Was the British Empire
Every so often, especially around Remembrance events or certain political anniversaries, you’ll hear the nostalgic murmurings: “Britain stood alone against Hitler.” The image evoked is romantic—stiff upper lips, cups of tea in air raid shelters, Churchill growling defiance into a wireless set. Stirring stuff. But it’s also, well… not quite the full ...
Who Is Lady Godiva and How Did She End Up in Cockney Rhyming Slang?
Let’s get straight to the point: Lady Godiva. Famous historical figure? Yes. Cockney rhyming slang? Also yes. But how did a noblewoman from the 11th century end up riding bareback into the hearts of East End slang merchants nearly a millennium later? Strap in (or don’t, in her case), because things are about to get mildly historical and questionably logical...
Going a Bit Mutton Jeff: A Dive Into the Bizarre World of Cockney Rhyming Slang
I had a bit of trouble with my ears recently—my right one decided to block up, leading to a thrilling few days of muffled conversations, shouting at the telly, and eventually, the slightly medieval experience of having it syringed. Not the most glamorous chapter of my life. During this auditory adventure, I found myself on the phone with a client and had to ask ...
Trans People Aren’t Ruining My Life — But the Moral Panic Might Be
Funny how the people who claim to hate cancel culture are always trying to cancel someone, isn’t it? So… Where’s the Threat, Exactly? Not once in my life has a transgender person stopped me from getting on with my day. Not at work, not in the pub, not in the supermarket — not even when I’ve been stuck behind someone doing 25 in a 60. It’s uncanny, ...
Bland, Pricey and Pointless: The Curious Case of Pub Food
There was a time when going out for dinner at the local pub felt like a treat. A little reward for not being a total underachiever, perhaps. But these days, more often than not, I find myself sitting at a table, staring into the abyss of a flavourless £18 main course, wondering why I didn’t just stay at home and make beans on toast with a cheeky splash of paprika ...