‘Spelling is definitely not Pooh’s forte, nor was it mine at four, nor at fourteen, nor at forty. Indeed, in my first job application letter to the editor of the News Chronicle I misspelled “becos”.’
You might also like:
‘She declared Thomas a filthy-mouthed heathen, a drunk and a womaniser to boot, and my cherished copy of Under Milk Wood went into the Room 101 of the Convent.’
‘Montaigne was dead set against authoritarians, system-makers and pedants. He celebrated diversity, personal liberty and tolerance.’
Jonathan Tulloch shares the second of his gustatory delights, the heterogeneous cakes of summer, from the societal nuances of home-baked vs. shop-bought to the unfairness of selective corpulence and his granddad’s final Victoria Sandwich.