Sweet potato on a fire
While uploading the latest recipe to be published in Scouting magazine, I realised I’d forgotten to put up this one from earlier in the summer. As a little reminder, you…
Baked apples
For anyone who has missed the work of Derek Wright (proprietor of The Jerky Shack) in my recent cookstrips, you will be pleased to see that he has returned for…
Indelicate matters
‘Have you ever thought that there are loads of funny ways of saying you’re off for a poo, but not many to say you’re off for a slash?’ My brother…
It’s not what you’re born with
I started a new job last week, and as part of my induction process I have been required to complete various bits of e-learning. They have been the usual sorts…
Nothing like a challenge
Apologies for the radio silence of late. A week away camping was preceded by a week of hectic social engagements, preceded by my most ambitious ever illustration job. A former…
The Cardozo Picture Palace
In a recent post about the film portfolio of Arnold Schwarzenegger, I mentioned that we used to have film nights at our flat on Cardozo Road, which for such occasions…
Clothes. Boots. Motorcycle.
Adverts and advertorial for the new Total Recall film seem to be swamping London’s free papers and mags at the moment. Apparently it’s a remake only in so far as…
The natural microwave
It is a staple aspect of the British condition that we will always complain about the weather, even when it is doing exactly what we have previously wished for. The…
Good craic
On Saturday morning I woke up feeling like someone had injected battery acid through my eye sockets and given my internal organs a hammering with some form of sports equipment:…
