"Steve, I'm just going to the shop. Do you want anything?" "Which shop?" Look at all these words. The sign of a good product is one where words can't contain its explosive goodness At the most basic level if I want something from the shop it's a Crunchie or a Wispa. I prefer savoury snacks... Continue Reading →

I am going to tell you about the worst meal I ever had*. About ten years ago I hosted an event for the Royal Society, who I’ve worked with for years and have funny stories about (they once nearly gave me emergency etiquette training because there was a slim chance a Royal might attend an... Continue Reading →

I see the attraction of sourdough I really do. If I had: Loads of empty, useless time A desperate desire to have something need me but the knowledge that I’m fundamentally so selfish that any plant or animal I committed to would die An urge to feel smugly superior to others without the trouble of... Continue Reading →