A while ago someone asked me where the best roast dinner in Camden was. You’d have thought an expert on the subject of roast dinners, ie myself, would know the answer to this. I didn’t. The shame of it. I’ve been to quite a few places in King’s Cross and …
There are quite a lot of pricey establishments on my to-do list. My regular readers will know that I often use the random number generator to select where I am going, but if it picks somewhere expensive, more often than not I rule it out. My accomplice required somewhere not …
It’s National Yorkshire Pudding Day! I bet you woke up with almost as much excitement as you used to for Christmas Day, at least before it became all about enhancing your shower gel collection (I got 5 different ones this Christmas) and learning old racist phrases. I woke up with …
Sometimes I have absolutely no idea how to start a post. No, that doesn’t inspire me either. At least you shouldn’t be lacking in inspiration this week, as not only do you get this roast dinner review – if I can work out what to write – but you also …
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…yeah whatever. It’s my birthday. So why the hell should I be the one doing the work, the one constructing the weekly elegant linguistic masterpiece ON MY BIRTHDAY? So I invited a collection of my weirdest and most wonderful friends to come and …
They say never meet your heroes. This week, after…oooh…minutes of clamouring for an invite, I graciously offered two of my favourite Twitter followers an audience with Lord Gravy, so I could explain the benefits of being a member of the European Union, and also more importantly enjoy a Sunday roast …
It’s Dry January, folks. So what else does Dry January mean? It means pretentious semi-alcoholic twats like myself start saying things like, “oh, you aren’t doing Dry January?”, or “are you at least doing Dry January minus the weekends?” in a totally patronising way, before adding, “I’m doing Dry Before …
Here we go again. Time to write more claptrap that you are instantly going to forget and ignore. Don’t worry too much, I’m not going to start talking about my New Year’s resolutions. It’s just another roast dinner review – this time of The Flask, in the subsumed London village …
The eagle-eyed amongst you will have noticed that I didn’t go for a roast dinner this Sunday. To be frank, I’ve…did anyone else use to call the “Talk To Frank” phone number when off their head at 6am and ask where the nearest drug dealer was? Not just me? Good. …
You know when you are doing something important but are without at least one of your senses? For example, trying to hold a glass of water with a really bad case of pins and needles. Or maybe being blindfolded when having your nipples sucked so you aren’t able to see …