When faced with a choice between two things, I think its’s always sensible to check: can’t I have both? A long life or a good life. Well, one of the reasons I gave up alcohol and cigarettes is because I wanted more of the good stuff and less of the bad (mornings full of nice... Continue Reading →
There’s only one man I could ever marry. That man is Hugh Fearnley-Wittingstall. Let’s examine the facts. *Puts on glasses* Well, he wears a jumper well. He has a slightly suave accent. He squints a bit in his glasses, in a clever-looking way. He knows to how rear animals and organise a last-minute al-fresco lunch... Continue Reading →
I was recently led through the rabbit-hole of the internet across a bounty of deliriously happy blogs about raw eating. These people were all off their tits on the immense life-force of raw food. Glowing skin, mental clarity, all kinds of other bonuses included. I was rapt. I clicked my way through more and more... Continue Reading →
A little while ago I read an article in a magazine about hosting a £50 dinner party, booze and all... and I kind of thought, what? Is that hard? I mean, if I had £50 to spend obviously I would be buying a bottle of champagne and maybe a packet of twiglets (no, I jest) but really, is it so hard to feed 6 people? Today I just so happen to have bought dinner for six of the fambly, and it came to a princely £16.27. Including flowers. Here's how: 1. Flowers (from marks and sparks) £4. (with added daffodils and some little purple flowers from the garden). 2. Main course: Roasted vegetable tagliatelle with parmesan and garlic bread for six. (2 packs tagliatelle, sundried tomato paste, tenderstem broccoli, a red pepper, aubergine, runner beans, red onions, rye, barley and wheat bread: £9.25, Morrisons). 3. Pudding: rainbow jelly cocktails with strawberries (3 packs jelly £1.02, stawberries, £2, Co-op). (From the cupboard: garlic paste and parmesan cheese). And if you were trying to do the whole thing for £50, you now have a splendid £33.73 to spend on BEER! The moral of the story is: dinner is about the company y'all. And if you have friends who get insulted by a lack of sirloin steak at the dinner table, you need new friends. Also, magazines are kinda full of rubbish.
I love her. I think I might be a bit in love with her. Look at that hair! I love her. She wrote a novel at 16, presented the music show Naked City at 17, went and did loads of exciting things and then published 'How to Be a Woman' in 2011, which is an absolute joy. Over the issue of her own fat/thin/normal body-weight agonizing, she finally concludes: "If you can find a frock you look nice in and can run up three flights of stairs, you're not fat". Amen.