My earliest memory of celebrity death is Elvis’. I was six and it was the summer holidays. My Dad was usually the one who was at home with me and, while I’d be bodding off and about with the kids who lived near me, I always came home for dinner. His culinary expertise was limited…
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We’ll Eat Again. Or, There’s A Diet* Goin’ On.
My partner, sorry, my ‘girlfriend’ to be respectful to her – ‘partner’ is just me accidentally slipping into the Wild West fantasy role-play that I make her do with me: I’m The Sundance Kid, incidentally. Cheers. None of that’s true. However she does have coeliac disease. What that means is she can’t eat seal meat,…
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