You don't say? Or can't say?

I'm not sure if it was the smell of the two-stroke or the roar of the V6 Evinrude, but I found my inaugural speedboat ride most exhilarating. It was 2002, I was ten, and Grand-Paps had bought a new waterski he wanted to try out. Charged with the responsibility of spotter, my job was to let the boa

Don’t let the do-gooders and woke folk stop you laughing. We live in a woke, cancel culture where the old schoolyard adage of “sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me” has been turned on its head and words – uttered innocently or without malice – can still ruin the life