There was a time, not too far in the past, when people could do whatever the hell they wanted, whenever the hell they wanted to. Me and Mr R would regularly spend a Sunday afternoon transporting a strange foodstuff to a tube station on the Northern Line and then eating it. This was all part...
I was unusually organised for Sunday’s Silent Stars Cocktails and Canapes party. I had spent hours poring over recipes, coming up with proposed menus, sending recipes over to Nathalie for consideration, making endless lists and spending HOURS on my Ocado home delivery order. I booked it to deliver between 8 and 9 on Saturday morning,...
Today I have a fabulous report from my old mucker Gus. When I lived on a houseboat Gus lived on the boat next door and much fun was had by us shouting at each other through our respective kitchen windows, feeding the swans that swum up and down between our two boats and risking a...
It was a miserable rainy day here in London on Saturday and perfect for spending all afternoon in the kitchen. Burt’s beef bubbled away on the stove and I made a fancy shepherd’s pie too. When I went to Suffolk to my folks for Christmas I was in dire need of a new book to...
