Fear that you might step on a pongee stick and see your foot swell up like some noxious green balloon, fear that some kid in black p. j.'s whose name you couldn't even fit in your mouth might blow your head off with a Russian rifle, fear that you might draw a Crazy Jake on patrol that might want you to blow up everyone in a village where the Cong had been a week before.

A sprinkle of aged artisanal soy sauce (my latest obsession) makes this simple dish seem like a feast.

While on a walk the next morning I found what looked like a patch of old growth habitat - perhaps somewhere the fires had missed - and to my astonishment saw a female Red-lored Whistler accompanied by an immature.

The Yorkshire Choker, a serial killer who quotes Shakespeare, is pursued by Dalziel and Pascoe.