A little about Grown Ups: They open their mail. They scribe ‘paid’ on the top of bills with a reference number, before storing them in reverse date order in concertina file. They do their tax (sometimes they even have parties for it). They won’t wrinkle their nose at the peat of whiskey. They eat sprouts […]
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There are some things afoot in our new home in the cheaper part of the ‘hood. London is a chequerboard. Step one block south, east, or west and it can very quickly become a different city. The trees loom taller, the shadows are longer. And the highjinks can be much more pronounced. At 10.24 pm […]
‘Do you have something morally against carbs?’ This was a question posed to me on twitter the other day after I’d posted on instagram some of my meals. I’d originally been posting photos tagged as from a ‘no carb prison’. Over time it’s softened to just a no carb place. The fact is, I have […]
The first time we traipsed to a supermarket in Britain, The Hungry One was agog. There I was, busy puzzling over ‘Fairy liquid’ when he appeared clutching a champagne sized bottle of something in his hands. ‘Three pounds! Three pounds for Leffe!’ he said shaking his head in disbelief. It was at that point I […]
Our flat has been host to a few parties over its time- but never a film premiere. On Saturday night that changed. One of my oldest friends has just finished the final sound mix on his debut feature- a project he wrote, directed, edited and produced himself. Champagne was needed, most definitely. It also called […]