Kitchen gadgets come and go. Yet so few stay with us unless stored well out of sight and accessibility. There is a damned good reason for this; cooking is a sensory art. A touchy feely joy; the fondling foreplay before the final act of love – presenting your creation. It can be as simple or as complicated as its creator wishes but at all levels it is intensely personal. Whether it is something small and simple (eggs on toast for a breakfast in bed) or a main meal spread (the full-on weekend roast), there needs to be love and caring… Continue reading

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LET’S be clear on this from the start: I bear no ill-will to anyone engaged on artistic endeavour. Certainly not to all those struggling performers, musos, writers, actors, artists, creatives, dancers, singers and all who gather under that misunderstood umbrella of culture. That said, there was a certain frisson of pleasure experienced this week in reading that “new music” is struggling. It is apparently battling against a floodtide of popularity devoted to songs created somewhat earlier than this century. T o quote the title of a jazzy, sassy number that was popular before the current generation first saw daylight, suddenly … Continue reading