And you thought I’d died. I was here all along. Well, not here here. But you know. Here. As well you know, I have few opportunities to dine out these days as I spend every waking moment training Vengeance to be a Ninja. If it’s Ninja to approximate a Cleveland Steamer on Daddy’s chest, then […]

That’s the name of the place. Sri Lankan Food. Props to the naming committee. No really. You really pushed the boat out there. You knocked it out of the park. Drop the mic, walk away. In case you didn’t realise I’m being sarcastic. There must be a million awesome names for a Sri Lankan food […]

The year: sometime before 2010. The place: Brixton. The people: Mrs Del Monte before she was Mrs Del Monte, let’s call her Hopeful Lee McMeeting Charliesoon; and Zoe. Hopeful barges past Zoe on in the doorway of the Iceland near Brixton tube station, elbowing her in the jugular setting in motion the most elaborate sting […]

Though the pace of my blogging has slowed dramatically, the pace of my feeding is unabated. And so it was when myself, Mrs Del Monte and little Vengeance went to Spain for a break, taking in some of the Costa Brava and a lot of Barxcelona, a little city I discovered in north west Spain. […]

Nearly four months since my last post. I expect you’d rather given up. And not just given up on this blog, but probably life, happiness, the love of a good woman or a dirty man. Who wouldn’t forgive you? Well me. You unfaithful, godless curs. You may send me used tramp underwear or tasteful selfies […]

So I guess you thought I’d faded quietly into that sweet night. No such luck. I’ve just been busy. I’ve been travelling a bit (Prague, Madrid, Brussels) all of which I’ve blogged about before so didn’t think it was worth blogging again. Though I did have a nice sandwich in Brussels. Also, I’m one of […]

OK, the food was nothing to write home about. Barely enough to write a blog about. To be fair, 72QT (http://www.72qt.co.uk/) doesn’t claim to be an out and out restaurant. It’s actually a Latvian guesthouse which seasonally offers meals on the weekends if you book in advance. Which we did, but the single lady on […]

People know me to be quite tough. I have a bit of a reputation. Let’s just say tramps don’t want to mess with me in GTA V because I’m quite handy with a golf club. And Nazis/innocent bystanders don’t mess with me in Call of Duty. And Princess Peach doesn’t mess with me in Mario […]

I’ve plundered all the local restaurants representing far-flung countries so more and more I’m having to venture out and about to the other horrid parts of London (North, East and South. And Central. Yuckers!) But that’s where the weird countries are. And as much as I hate to admit it, Brick Lane is crawling with […]

And so to Prague for work but with a couple of chances to get some local scran into my face hole. Prague is very beautiful if a little standoffish (like your mum) in the off season. I did enjoy walking the empty cobbled streets in the evenings pretending I was one of Smiley’s spies, hands deep […]