Author Archives: chiefprick

What happens when a Tiger Mother reads French Women Don’t Get Fat? Why, you wind up with a food-hating harridan by the name of Dara-Lynn Weiss who’s been micromanaging her daughter’s life ever since she found out the girl was … Continue reading →

The other day Nick and I fell into conversation at the deli counter with another customer on the subject of meat, and specifically my plans to cook a goose at Christmas (yeah, I know, I plan ahead). This guy put … Continue reading →

New parents are never told how expensive children are, nor are they advised that there are bogeys hiding in the budget that go well beyond the foreseeable such as nappies, food, and school fees. Take birthday parties. There has not … Continue reading →

How do you like your eggs? Free-range? Organic? Fried? Scrambled? How about poached in pee: Ahhh, Spring. Some of us mark the season of renewal by cleaning our homes from top to bottom. Others add pastels to their wardrobe. In … Continue reading →

More posts coming soon, but in the meantime if you pick up the new Spectator Australia (Labor’s Queensland debacle is on the cover) you can read my musings on the great fraud that is Earth Hour — including a serendipitous … Continue reading →

Some subeditor at the Herald has taken political correctness to new heights in today’s “Good Living” supplement: I’m sure Beijing Duck would be delicious washed down with a couple of Mumbai Sapphire martinis.

Over in Pakistan, health officials have solved the pesky problem of drinkers not knowing their limits: mandatory pre-commitment. According to this London Telegraph report on the last brewery in the country, “If you are non-Muslim Pakistani in Punjab and have … Continue reading →

I’ve long thought that there was something creepy about the urban gardening movement: I love fresh food, but I’m happy to leave the growing to the experts. Back-to-the-land urban hippies often discover that Mother Nature, far from being warm, cuddly … Continue reading →

Some years ago, Christopher Hitchens wrote a great piece for Vanity Fair in which he set out to break as many laws of petit Javert and New York City mayor Mike Bloomberg as possible: sitting on a milk crate, taking … Continue reading →