For fax sake: on inappropriate communication

It was when the HMRC call centre worker said ‘we can fax them through’ that I was briefly pulled up short. Until then I’d been OK. I had my 10 digit personal reference number and password, I even had a print copy of old statements. Fax? I looked wildly round the room....

Desperately seeking a shagged out shih tzu

Until recently anyone intending to adopt a dog only had one choice – to go down to the local rescue centre. The choice was limited to what was available in the immediate community. Today, there are local, national and international organisations offering to match dogs...