I would love to be able to say, that, as my reaction to the cynical and unpleasant violence, the Teutonic barbarism, of the Dutch footie team in the Final of the World Cup, I had given up Dutch wine. But I never have been quite able to afford those superb Shirazes and Viogniers that grow on the sun-drenched foothills of the Orange Alps. So no grand gesture possible there. But, shopping for cheese, I was able to pass by the shelf of Dutch cheeses where previously I might have delved. Instead, I bought a couple of Spanish cheeses; one has to have principles. But I don't know much about Spanish cheese: can some knowledgeable person give me some advice? - I would describe myself as a Hard Cheese Man with a preference for strong tastes.
My second problem: passing through Victoria the other day, I went in search of the newspaper stall just outside the station where, on Thursdays and Fridays, one could buy Irish local newspapers. One of life's most satisfying minor pleasures is reading the news from the local courts in a paper like The Kerryman (Southern Edition). But the stall is no longer there. Does anyone know a convenient place in central London where this harmless vice can still be indulged?
Finally: I find that clerical shirts have black collarbandss which tend to fray ... perhaps it's something to do with my beard ... And when they do, invariably the stiffener inside the the collarband turns out be be of the purest and most gleaming white; just as if the maker is anxious that the slightest wear should be manifest at the earliest possible opportunity. Does anybody know of clerical shirts less absurdly made?