No Good Boyo

That Hague Tribunal, the London School of Tropical Medicine, HM Immigration Service, a wife-swapper from Chippenham - they all ask me the sa...

As a public service employee with a good degree, to whom the world in a very real sense owes a living, I spend much of my time pushing the b...

In Which I Encounter the League of the Wives of Dr Bohdan Naxajlo Although words are the tools with which I fashion rude furniture from the...

The BBC Radio 4 "Today" programme ran a feature yesterday morning on the oppression felt by literally millions of super-qualified ...

Sorry for the lack of posts. My head is farshtopt mit possibilities, and it's gummed up my hands like the mouth of a Piccadilly pansy. I...

Colleagues gaze adoringly at me and say "No Good Boyo, how did you survive being a manager during that halcyon age when The Bosses app...

I for one am delighted to have people of all races, class, creeds, genders and species visit my web blog. It makes a pleasant change from th...

Literally millions of ordinary, working-class Ruthenians, Sub-Carpathians and Uzbek billionaires have taken one look at the British governme...

Dear readers , I'm often accused of being parochial. "Youse blog is all !Welsh!, mun, apart from some Eastern Europe. Show a bit of...

You have two ewes. You sell both and buy a ram. You don't know what to do with it. It looks at you funny. You fight it. You sell the ram...

In which I attack the Secret Police with my lunch A secretary brought in plates of papanasz and glasses of afinata , all embossed with the N...

"Country road Take me home To the jail I belong "Cell Block 9B Pyintaw Facil'ty Country road Burn my home."

As we approach the end of October, sentimental minds turn to mush at the thought of witches, goblins and other leathery Devil's playthin...

O , tie a pink accordion Round my empty head If you walk the streets Of Rangoon you're dead If I don't see a pink accordion Wrapped ...

In response to an extensive demand from our Indian readership, No Good Boyo is happy to provide a translation of the interview he gave to Ra...

In which I appreciate the virtues of heavy drinking Sartre said that Hell is other people. I say that Hell is certain other people. One of t...

I have a Proustian moment, caused by loukoum Suddenly I was back at home in my room that morning, with the corridor telephone ringing. ...

In which I add to my opponents Slavko the barman had stopped laughing, so I approached him. "I would like a shot of afinata and a plum ...

In which I ascertain the source of my own Danube I was drinking in my favourite cafe in Zhakhiv. The one they call Kodoba entered, sat down ...

Happy New Year, innit. Like the strapline says, I've been busy - translating Protydunaju , the masterwork of Ruthenian sage Yizhak Zhatk...