“Trust me – I’m a Chef…”

Ah, the dealbreaker. That cringey, terrible moment when you realise that the threshold for what you think you can put up with in another human being turns out to be embarrassingly low. Because it will inevitably be a low bar. You won’t be knee-deep into your umpteenth date before discovering they think that women should … Continue reading “Trust me – I’m a Chef…”

So You’ve Been Fringed…

The Edinburgh Fringe. That heady time of year when the city’s population quadruples and for an entire month you spend every second you’re outside treating poor unsuspecting flyerers like they’re war criminals. I know, I know – it seems unreasonable of me to be a Fringe crank and, in many ways, it is. To have … Continue reading So You’ve Been Fringed…