That's a ****ish thing to say. I hope you enjoy that fantastic new stadium all those "hangers on" worked so hard to get. I doubt they'd have bothered if that's how their efforts were to be summed up.
I'm finding you increasingly tedious. But here's an idea. You pay me my commercial hourly charge of £95 which includes post-shoot editing and supply of high res images. I can then throw the cameras away and sit in front of NSC 24/7 using my telepathic powers to work out whether today is the day...
My friend Tessa and I got kept in for detention after the illustrated "Alternative Dishes of the Day" menu was traced back to us. I suspect the "Toasted Turd de Chien" was what gave it away.
Delicious! This happy state of affair almost certainly exists because you have an eleven year old boy. At the very stage it'd be useful to continue the cooking habit (Year 10 onwards) Food Tech becomes some sort of GCSE project that separates the cooking from the making of something realistic...
I'm rather evangelical about junk/crap food and there's no doubt that it helps no end if parents can cook halfway decent nosh. That way they know it is as cheap as dishing up potato waffles with chips and a side order of chips.
So amongst all the other influences, I blame the introduction of...
I very much doubt that the tide of rubbish at Stonehenge is left by anyone for whom the Solstice has the vaguest meaning. I can't imagine anything worse than being trampled over by a herd of people wielding Tesco bags and pop bottles - and that's just the police. But then that's Stonehenge for...