Wanda Watt
Wanda Watt, an artful intellectual who lives with her bestie Noah Little, is a free-range ruminator who can stomach only so much. Watt’s real identity is known to the editor.
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Losing our marbles
Down the road is the local Model-C, a nice school but a trifle pigmentally challenged. “More unreformed than transformed,” says Noah. The white parents, who have
The colourific calculus
Last week, I introduced you to the two Irishmen, Sean and Seamus, our friends who live on Paddyfield. Sean owns a medium-sized business in our
Round upon round of oval balls
On a smallholding close by, known to us as the Paddyfield, live two lovely Irishmen, Seamus Baddely and Sean O’Boulle. Seamus, who for obvious reasons
Trans-sports
When I told Noah that I proposed to write about transsexuals a second time, he popped his clogs. “Stuck record” was one of his comments;
Toilet talk
Glass in hand, Noah is holding forth. Much of what he is saying is accurate – in vino veritas, and all that – but his
Let gentlemen be gentle, and ladies ladylike
In themselves, of course, pronouns are inoffensive little things. No doubt they can become tiresome if overused, as ‘I’ and ‘me’ too often are, but otherwise,
Hobperson’s choice
Let’s talk about pronouns, or rather, the people who demand that, in reference to them, we use the pronouns of their choice. The people who
Title fights
Noah, a learned friend, keeps in touch with his legal colleagues here and abroad. Recently he showed me a missive from the UK Law Society
A peace of our mind
I’m glad that the war in Gaza is over. How long the peace will last is anyone’s guess, but peace is peace. War is a Bad