“So Madge spoke to Harold…” Neighbours. Always about The Neighbours. My friend Sarah is attempting to explain her Great Analogy on...

There’s a furniture shop on the high street where I grew up that I’m not sure is a furniture shop at all. In all the years of me passing...

‘I am the manager of this hotel!’ We are sitting opposite the manager of the hotel. ‘We arrived back last night to find we had no air...

I began the long trek down the dried fruit aisle. “Hey! You used to work here, didn’t you?” “Excuse me?” I turned to see a man in his...

I always feel a bit queasy at commercialism’s attempts to associate itself with anything other than money. Take all adverts, for example....

Oh, it was everywhere this Christmas. Everyone caught it. You couldn’t avoid it. You’d stand next to someone who had it, trying to resist...

‘Christmas Day is an annual commemoration of the birth of Jesus Christ’. So why, Wikipedia, does Jesus think I need a plastic harmonica?...

First day of new job. Panic! What to wear? Must buy outfit. Off to shopping centre. Go! Where to? Ahh – the green lights. It must be M&S....

When High Street chemist Boots opened its doors in 1849, it was a modest, quietly confident sort of place attracting well-dressed...