The Weekly Wang: Dead Dolls House

I am sure wireless charging will catch on anyway, because Apple understands something profound about the psychology of convenience: half the time, it isn’t really about eliminating annoying or effortful chores. It’s about introducing features you “didn’t know you needed” – a fancy way of saying you didn’t need them – safe in the knowledge that once lots of other people have them, you’ll want them; and once you’ve got them, you won’t want to lose them. “I guess it’s one of those things you don’t really care about until you use it,” wrote one owner of another device with wireless charging, trying to explain the appeal. Which is also true of heroin, but never mind that for now.

Who are the most influential designer now? There’s a new generation of fashion designers that in the latest years had completely broke the rules of the past and created true fashion phenomenons. Do you want to know who are we talking about?

You may add kimchi to your fried chicken rather than ketchup, but, however you dress it up, fried chicken is thriving because people of all stripes love filthy food. As a nation, we have fallen hard for succulent meat in a crisp, spicy coating. Moreover, whether that chicken is factory-farmed in South America or reared free-range in Suffolk, it has taken off as a product – grown wings, so to speak – because it is a comparatively cheap protein, which you can easily train people to cook. Necessity is the mother of invention, and in an age of austerity when there is a dire shortage of skilled chefs, fried chicken is a simple, popular, cost-effective menu item.

Being under 60, I don’t own a tablecloth, so it’s better than nothing. And it does make the place feel cosy. I keep the pub environment in place for a week and observe. Weirdly, despite the ring stains printed on the cloth, standards start to improve. I’m polishing my wine glasses more, wiping the bar down in the evening, keeping cups of nuts around. Even coasters finally make sense. How about the beer pong element? If you don’t know, this game involves bouncing ping-pong balls into cups of lager, which your opponent has to drink. It’s democratic, being based on neither strategy, strength or skill. If chess is the sport of kings, this is battleships for binge drinkers. And it’s so much fun. “Have some clean water handy so players can clean their balls before throwing,” the instructions read. Nuts to that, they should have showered before they came. Still, evenings in are vastly improved, I don’t need to get an Uber home, and being a bar manager is a good way to instill order in my life. Turn your home into a pub? Why not? It’s time, gentlemen, please.

You may add kimchi to your fried chicken rather than ketchup, but, however you dress it up, fried chicken is thriving because people of all stripes love filthy food. As a nation, we have fallen hard for succulent meat in a crisp, spicy coating. Moreover, whether that chicken is factory-farmed in South America or reared free-range in Suffolk, it has taken off as a product – grown wings, so to speak – because it is a comparatively cheap protein, which you can easily train people to cook. Necessity is the mother of invention, and in an age of austerity when there is a dire shortage of skilled chefs, fried chicken is a simple, popular, cost-effective menu item.

Being under 60, I don’t own a tablecloth, so it’s better than nothing. And it does make the place feel cosy. I keep the pub environment in place for a week and observe. Weirdly, despite the ring stains printed on the cloth, standards start to improve. I’m polishing my wine glasses more, wiping the bar down in the evening, keeping cups of nuts around. Even coasters finally make sense. How about the beer pong element? If you don’t know, this game involves bouncing ping-pong balls into cups of lager, which your opponent has to drink. It’s democratic, being based on neither strategy, strength or skill. If chess is the sport of kings, this is battleships for binge drinkers. And it’s so much fun. “Have some clean water handy so players can clean their balls before throwing,” the instructions read. Nuts to that, they should have showered before they came. Still, evenings in are vastly improved, I don’t need to get an Uber home, and being a bar manager is a good way to instill order in my life. Turn your home into a pub? Why not? It’s time, gentlemen, please.