I keep playing with my beard.  Despite it being a feature of my chiselled jaw (lending me something of a ruggedly handsome visage) since October last year, I still find its presence intriguing.  It’s there, on my face, a short bristly carpet of cozy that keeps my cheeks from feeling the cold. Occasionally a hair … More Beard


At some point in my life, I started liking savory more than I liked sweet.  A taste for custard creams and jammy dodgers was gradually superseded by humous, nuts and olives.  My inner child still goes doolally for a packet of Haribo Starmix (or Gummi Bears, when I can find them), but I would much … More Treat


“You took me out to wine, dine, sixty-nine me, but didn’t hear a damn word I said.” Thus sang Alanis Morissette, whom I remember fondly for a multitude of reasons.  Chiefly, her music.  Additionally, she crazy, girl.  Super-additionally, she was in Dogma and clearly doesn’t take herself too seriously.  Before we go any further, I … More Stereotype


A wise man once said, “It is not the destination, but the journey.”  How we arrive is much more important than when we arrive, or where. I am strongly of the opinion that he was talking complete bollocks.  As far as I am concerned, the whole point of going somewhere is to be there, not … More Journey


Often, there is a silver lining to a grey cloud.  In this instance, being stuck in an airport with a faulty WiFi hotspot, the silver lining is that I have time to read my WSET coursebook and write blog entries instead of surfing the interweb and wasting time.   The big grey chunk is that … More Silver

Gintelligence, Ginspiration & Ginvigoration

There’s something very refreshing, and very British, about a Gin and Tonic.  It harkens back to Colonial times and days of Empire past, when Blighty, not that young American upstart or those industrious Chinese fellows, was the true Superpower of the world.  Alas, no more, but Gin remains as quintissentially British as Tea, stiff upper lips, … More Gintelligence, Ginspiration & Ginvigoration