Rihanna’s Omelette

Rihanna’s Omelette

So I’m idly flicking through the Evening Standard – there isn’t enough room on the train to breathe deeply let alone get to my backpack for the kindle – and what do I see but a woman wearing an omelette. A big, yellow omelette. With some lovely...
Chicken legs

Chicken legs

Another belter from my good friend (who shall STILL remain nameless), the friend who sends me an email every few months, asking for my advice on how to shed his spare tyre. Check out his last effort here. Him: “I’m still struggling with losing the gut! I’ve been...