As soon as you’re forced to cut things from your diet – things you REALLY like – there is nothing more exciting than finding versions of those things you CAN have. Especially if they’re actually pretty good. Continue reading “Recent discoveries”
So. You’re heartbroken, you’re on antibiotics and death would be massively offended if you said you look like it.
What do you do?
You drink gin, of course. Continue reading “Lovely, lovely gin.”
Other restaurants, take note: THIS is how to cater for gluten-free diners.
My first visit to Red Onion was actually in a work capacity. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie ate there while Brad was filming World War Z in Glasgow, so I was despatched to find out what they ate (fish and chips), what they were like (very pleasant) and how they smelled (not really).
I ate there a few times after that, and was always pretty impressed by the good food and friendly, laid-back atmosphere.
Incidentally, I’m posting this from my phone, which always tries to autocorrect ‘kick’ to ‘fuck’.
Also awkward when you try to inform a potential suitor, via text message, that you need a ‘kick up the arse’.
Did I actually just say “potential suitor”? You know what I mean. Someone I was attempting to get in about, ages ago. It’s hardly relevant. Jeez, just let it go, ok?
So – having been gluten-free (ish) for two weeks, and having nothing else of much interest to write about, I thought I’d jot down some observations.
Oh – but before I start, I also need to make an apology. To any producers of baked goods – particularly Warburtons and McVities – who are wondering why their profits have plummeted in a fortnight, I am truly sorry.
Lost one shoe, one jacket, one umbrella, and some vodka. (Ok, I GET that the bouncer confiscated it on my way into the pub. But not letting me steal it on the way back out? Not cool, bro. Not cool.)
How is it ACTUALLY halfway through the year?
I thought that, in honour of this grand milestone, I should do another update on my progress in my ’13 Things’ list.