Life is not too short to blister a red pepper

15 May, 2011 – In the kitchen I have been tiptoeing carefully. Two Pyrex bowls tumbled from the top of the fridge – a narrow escape for the gin and sherry vinegar, but taking the top clean off a glass bottle of rapeseed oil, splintering the bowls and scattering across the parquet a thousand shards, from the chunky to the near-invisible.

Doing things by halves

1 May, 2011 – I have before me a plate of charcoal and chalk – sort of, for this chapter is out of sorts, a collection of posts that I will not write. In my imagination will remain the idea of putting down in detail the moment of deception and discovery when I happened across an amphetamine-based appetite suppressant, the agonist for our first full-throttle argument. I had stumbled over a realisation, the revelation that we were different, that we had differing views of food and different pharmaceutical tastes. I thought for the first time: you are not who you say you are, or indeed who you think you are. That post will go unwritten, at least in the sense that I shalln’t connive to russell it up into dish. Sometimes it is best to do things by halves.