Milkshake

Once a week, my grandad would bring me a McDonald’s strawberry milkshake. For a poor kid in the eighties, this was a mega treat. I have a clear image of him, standing impressively large in the doorway to our kitchen...

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Moth Soup

I made a curried parsnip soup this week. It smelt wholesome. I left it to cool in the kitchen. Just before I went to bed, I put it in the fridge. The next day my girlfriend texted me to say she had found a giant black moth in my...

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Gym Class Zeroes

My life has turned into a Channel 4 documentary. It is called:- Pimp the Wimp. The premise is simple: take a skinny, directionless, unhealthy and generally defeated call-centre worker- the wimp [that’s me, if you didn’t...

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