About A Curious Incident In Harrods
October 1, 2009
Customers at Harrods yesterday were astonished to notice that the wax figure of the department store’s owner, Mohamed Al Fayed, that is proudly exhibited in the men’s section on the ground floor, suddenly lost part of its attire in the most dramatic of circumstances. To be more precise, the trousers on the wax figure suddenly went down, revealing a pair of masculine, shapely legs. Our photographer on the scene quickly made several snaps before the store’s security surrounded the area and barred all people from it. Two points arise from the incident. First, was it really a good idea to install a wax figure of the Harrods’ owner in the store? It was a bit a spooky to see the life-like figure of Mr Al Fayed, standing tall in the men’s department. And, secondly, who...
I Will Never Again Buy Anything At Boots. Ever!
August 27, 2009
We are repeating the following article from last year, as many of our readers tell us that they are seriously dissatisfied with the level of service provided at Boots the Chemist. * Let me tell you what happened with me at a large Boots chemist, in the West End of London recently. On Regent Street, to be exact. I was doing a radio show that day and arrived at Broadcasting House rather early. I came into Boots, around lunch time, to have a photograph scanned and put on a DVD. I started to have a bad feeling about it the moment I laid my eyes on the shop assistant behind the photo counter. He did not look good: wrinkled narrow brow, unhealthy bloodshot eyes and bad teeth. And he kept his left hand stuck deep in his trouser pocket, probably playing with himself. It’s OK, I thought. You...
My Word Of Thank You To The Policemen From Albany Street Police Station
August 16, 2009
Today, I want to say thank you to a plain clothed police unit from Albany’s Street police station in London, who arrived when a couple of thugs threatened me outside my house, while I was getting out of my car. They, the thugs, that is, were probably hiding somewhere because I did not see them when I drove down my road, which is gated from one side, and parked outside my house. When I got out of my car, they were already beside it, both on bikes. One them, a disgusting looking man, started asking me about my car, and how much it was, and how powerful its enigine was. I knew, of course, that these were robbers. And I also realised that there must have been more of them lurking in the darkness. ‘Look, guys,’ I said, closing the door and locking my car. ‘I’m tired...
A Nasty Incident At My Home Convinces Me That I Should Keep My Powder Dry
February 13, 2009
Hi there, everyone! This is your editor speaking. I thought I should tell you about a bizarre incident that has happened yesterday at my house, in the leafy part of London called Highgate. As I finished editing the latest set of articles for StirringTroubleInternationally I decided to have a nap in the living room downstairs, on the sofa, as I was just too tired to go upstairs to my bedroom. It was around 3.30 in the morning. So I switched off the light and dozed off. Imagine my surprise when about half an hour later I was woken up by a loud noise – someone was trying to smash the window in the living room. I jumped up from the sofa, switched on the light and parted the blinds. Three thugs with their faces hidden by scarves were hitting the glass with bricks. ‘What the f..k are you...











