Gin A Tasting Course

Writing this book felt like starting my own version of Phileas Fogg’s adventure, setting off in his hot air balloon;

I grew up in an Italian family that, not unusually, put great import on food.

2020 was a year like no other.

I love Palestinian food. I probably love it more than any other cuisine.

I have been a child and adolescent psychologist for more than three decades and there is no doubt that things are not going swimmingly in terms of young people’s mental health.

Miriam gave things to Mokhtar.

It’s All Hallows’ Eve in London, and the street that stretches before her is empty, quiet except for the soft thud of her boots on the sidewalk and the rustle of autumn leaves plucked by the wind.

There was a moment in 1940, the bleakest year of the Second World War with the Wehrmacht carrying all before it, when Winston Churchill made the French government a curious offer.

I sit with my back to the wall, my pillows flat.

Rising at 5 am, I checked my email as I usually did, and saw this newly arrived item in my inbox:

‘Why have you got two birth certificates? Are you adopted?’

There were severed heads hanging from the ceiling again.