Contributor/ The Vulture The Youth, I am constantly being informed, will tell you just about anything. Unbidden. Any old fact, photo, fart that they’ve just come up with, they’re eager to ram it in your face. There’s no need to try bribe information out of them, here it all comes. On the one hand: not […]
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Contributor/ The Vulture Back when The Vulture was a mere stripling, peering over the front desk to try and tap the bell when no-one was looking and maybe make off with a Bell’s miniature or two, oranges were a thing of great mystery. They were from South Africa, y’see and those South Africans were Bad
Contributor/ The Vulture Time was, when five star meant something. It meant mahogany, gin in silent, smoky rooms, doormen with a talent for secrecy. Now, five star means an extra couple of noughts on your bill and the same print of a ship leaving harbour in full sail that you saw in Hong Kong. Or
