Regular readers will have noted a different look and layout. Don’t worry, I’m still the same old, difficult, miserable bastard trying to find the best roast dinner in London. But I thought it was about time to have a refresh. Just testing ideas at the moment, so you might see …
Surprisingly until this week, I had never reviewed a roast dinner in yummy-mummy heaven, Clapham. My guests this week had a requirement to be near the A3 and somewhere with parking – Clapham fit the bill perfectly and there were several venues on my to-do list. They chose The Abbeville, …
Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high. La la la la la la. But not that kind of high – I cannot afford even crappy Colombian style cocaine nowadays, let alone the proper Peruvian stuff. Though nor can I afford fine dining. Like my imaginary …
Ahhh the Bank of Mum & Dad. To those of you down south, that likely means the people that paid the deposit on your house (oh, it’s a loan is it?). To those of us from up north, that means the occasional paid-for roast dinner. And I’d far rather have …
Ahhh Sunday. A day of roast dinners and going to church. Without the church bit. As you may have worked out if you are mentally stable enough to cope with reading my ramblings more than once, I am not the world’s most religious person. Fair play if you are that …
Mad Saddam ready to attack: 45 minutes from a chemical war. Next Sunday I won’t be back in London until late afternoon so there might not be a roast dinner. Two of the modern era’s greatest lies. I was on the way back from another great weekend in the UK’s …
You’ll have probably noticed one or two patterns of moaning in my blog. Actually you probably won’t have noticed, as anyone who has read this abomination of a creative writing speciality before, won’t read it again. Except for my sister and one or two completely bizarre freaks. Is that you? …
You know what I said last week about having friends that are a pain in the backside? Not quite sure why or how I have friends, especially given that I voted Tory, but that’s another story, in the glory, naked with my whorey. Yeah I could be a rapper, cos …
Yes I know Egham is not in fucking London. I have a friend. A very good friend. A beautiful soul (he gave me my first ecstacy pill – obviously I kept it in my back pocket and pretended to be having the best time ever). But occasionally he is just …
I seem to have little runs of form with roast dinners. I was on a good run of form, with many good or very good roast dinners – which followed a bad run. Seemingly I am back on a bad run at the moment, with 3 disappointing roast dinners in …
