“Rach, I’m not convinced” said my brother earlier today as I told him about the brainwave I’d had this morning, while chugging up and down the London Fields Lido….
“Would you like the head?” the fishmonger asks as he fillets a coley for me. Absolutely. As someone who loves value for money and hates food waste, taking the fish head home is a no-brainer….
If you haven’t reassessed liver since those solid grey nubbins dinner ladies lumped onto piles of mash, then I urge you to do so. …
To say that the last week was dreich is something of an understatement. London has been engulfed in such a large raincloud that – although I can usually see over The City, as far as The Shard from my desk – I haven’t been able to see much further than the tree outside the window for days….