I've bought one of those garden incinerators. It looks like a quadriplegic version of The Tin Man from Wizard of Oz.
eel like you're in the Matrix every time you look at the calendar. 'But, wait, what the-' is my phrase of choice lately.
Samantha Dee's interview at DYPU on her second book, 'My Big Fat Kitchen'
I don't have a half a million quid kitchen with every single conceivable piece of equipment and ingredients that include oats rolled from vestal virgins in the outer Mongolian alps. It's just not real life.
I know I'm going to wake up one morning with him sucking out my eyeballs.