Good news - lost 5Kg!

Bad news - since Saturday!

Overall, I fear I cannot recommend the explosive bottom diet plan.

Out of what I believe to be a sense of devilment and the absurd, that rotter jarkman lent me Alain De Botton's 'The pleasures and sorrows of work ( Read more... )

Because I am idle, I've only just got around to hacking out a curry from component parts, rather then letting Messrs. Patak do the heavy lifting.

Crikey. Maximum nom and roll right there. I'd better try it again, just to be sure.

There's now a daylight bulb in the spod-room. Crikey again. It really does make the rest of the lighting seem rather

I have a new favourite cheese. Smoked Westcombe has knocked the local smoked cheddar and the smoked (are we seeing a pattern here?) goat's cheese (from some farm I'll never find again in the wilds of Pembrokeshire) into second and third places.

Sharp enough to suck all the moisture from your face. Marvellous.

Genius television though this even's Top Gear was, I can't help thinking that the person who came up with the idea of winding up the rednecks had never actually set foot outside of NW3.

It also throws a new and ugly light on a couple of the stories I've told about our own drive across down the US to N.O. "Ha ha I was in fear for my life ha ha" I ( Read more... )

I managed to bugger up one ankle yesterday in cycling-related carelessness. Today involves painkillers and lightheadedness ( Read more... )