The Foodie

Even as a non-meat eater, the words ‘vegetarian restaurant’ strike fear into my foodie soul. Don’t get me wrong, vegetarian…

You’d never really know it until you’re up there, high above everything, but London sprawls in a way that shocks you, there is a shapeless morbidity to our capital.

Squally showers and insistent rain beat down a tattoo on the pavement beneath our feet. The glistening slabs, uniform in their grey municipality, are punctuated only by a discarded fried chicken wing here, a sad single shoe there.

Squally showers and insistent rain beat down a tattoo on the pavement beneath our feet. The glistening slabs, uniform in their grey municipality, are punctuated only by a discarded fried chicken wing here, a sad single shoe there.

With spring sprung, Aintree run, The Voice won and the boat race to come, we turn our hand to domestic…