Thrashed & Smelly


OK, so I was thrashed and, with apologies to Kingsley Amis, my body feels like i’ve been beaten up by the Russian Secret Police, but I managed to make it through my first game of squash in nearly 20 (!) years relatively unscathed.

We’ve run out of ground coffee in the office so today I’ve brought in a bean grinder from home. Given ground coffee is one of my favourite smells, the Punch office today has been full of chat about what smells flick other people’s switches. Responses have ranged from ‘new hardback books’ to ‘gingerbread’ and, the weirdest in my opinion, ‘old church halls’. Nutters, the lot of them…