'Always be prepared', that's my motto. So why wasn't I? It was a thought I'd come back to again and again over the lockdown period. Why didn't I prepare? When Covid 19 hit I had no frozen falafel in the freezer, no dried chickpeas, a few scant tins which were to soon run out. I... Continue Reading →
Maybe if I had been drunk, it would have been better
But I'd only had one beer. And it wasn't. Let me set the scene. I had made the unusual move of going out (and on a Wednesday, no less). The Canteen, on trendy Stokes Croft where we found ourselves, was teeming with drunken youths, some of whom (well, one) asked for our advice on places to... Continue Reading →