I don’t believe a single word in the Torygraph.

I have a few favourites, depending on genre.

• The Hunt For Red October
• Clue
• DARK (series)

Age 17, got a Honda NF75 step-through moped. Saved up and bought a Honda CB250N Super Dream, and passed my test. Eventually bought a brand new Yamaha RD250LC before finishing up with a Honda CBX550 F2.

I love Bobby Fingers!

As an ex-London commuter, I can confirm that no-one was happy.

I’d throw some money at the ‘free’ ones if I could afford to.

New York City. Stayed one night before flying home and discovered it was noisy, smelly, crowded, dirty, expensive and generally horrible.

I donate to Crisis at Christmas to assist homeless people, and would happily give them more throughout the year if I could.

The RNLI is vital and only funded through charitable donations.

I have a soft spot for any of the hospice charities, such as St. Catherine’s Hospice (our local one). There’s also a good one in the Midlands for terminal children and their parents called Acorn’s Children’s Hospice.

Edit: the wife is voting for Guide Dogs.

La Tex, surely? So would work better as a woman from Paris, Texas.

And, of course, every single contractor apart from one has kept completely silent about their work on the project. This is unsurprising as such long-term secrecy and efficiency is the hallmark of democratic* governments.

(*allegedly)

What can I say? I’m a bit strange.

Nah, it was the ‘little English’ to be fair.

Garden centre.

Twelve quid, as near as damnit. And, in fairness, I declined the beans and fried tomato as I don’t like them with breakfast.

£11.99. So, no.

Edit: it also came with beans and a fried tomato, which I didn’t want, so not as bad as all that.

I’m just a cynical Brit (with Canadian blood) but my initial reaction was: “Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss”.

Thank you!

Dinner at a Michelin starred restaurant. It was an incredible experience and one I frequently look back on with fondness.

The back story: for our 25th wedding anniversary, nearly a decade ago now, my wife found a B&B deal at this wonderful hotel which was simply too good to pass up; the only catch was we’d have to pay separately for our evening meal. Well, how expensive could that be, I wondered, especially if we were careful. Reader, we were not careful!

It was wonderful, from the petit-fours, amuse-bouche and starter (a salad, the likes of which I’ve never eaten before or since), into the main course (“how did they do that to a carrot?”) through to dessert and the cheese trolley (“please have as much as you like!” we were told), and finally the petit fours, coffee and port from an ancient dusty bottle. The wine (we chose the second cheapest from the massive wine list, not that this saved us much) was similarly fantastic. I enjoyed every bite and happily signed off the bill with a smile using our emergency credit card.

It was a once in a lifetime treat but one I’ve never regretted.

Indeed. I was very, very annoyed about that.