Peter Rosengard

Boxing? Not on my box

Dinner in Hanoi, petrol in Brum

In which my mother’s cheesecake, Barclays fraud, and dying of worry are all part of a typical Saturday

It's fun as an undercover Catholic

I had a great day out when I went to see the Pontiff

Please help, my brain's got a plug-in

My BlackBerry addiction is so advanced that I keep walking into lampposts

What’s in a name? Good manners

The World Cup? I just don't get it

Watching thousands of men go totally crazy is a great show, but I never understood the football

I don't do kitchens. I do restaurants

What do you do if you’re a divorced male who can’t cook? Eat out… every single night

Jewish Vikings and Groucho Marx

Hanger hassle gets my back up

Tell me the truth, doctor — are me and my jacket going to make it?

Gherkin hotline preserved my life

How the pickled fruit helped me when I was feeling lonely

In the armrest war, I'm battle-ready

Follow my example and don’t let the elbow-room snatchers get you down.

Rushed? Take a London ambulance

It’s amazing how fast one can zip across the city with the help of a minor ailment and a £20 note