First off, joke of the year:
Why did the baker have smelly hands?
Because he kneaded a poo.
Second. This year’s last-minute shopping trauma. I couldn’t get into a supermarket. Seriously – Tesco, Sainsbury, Waitrose. All of them had people queuing in cars trying to get into the carparks. I drove around for an hour until I gave up and joined the queue for Tesco. I love Tesco. No really. It’s got something of everything but never quite what you really want.
I decided this year that Christmas is about eating, rather than cooking, so got loads of stuff that’s already made. I mean I’m not making my own canapes etc. Can’t be arsed! So after 1 1/2 hours of wandering around isles full of crap I came away with this lot.
That big bag on the left in front of the milk. That’s a two rib roast right there. Please please that I dont overcook it!
Third. My favourite food for 2013. Hoisin salmon rice with fillet steak:
Fourth. My favourite work-related gift.
I’m going to drink this slowly and try and savour it rather than just gulping it down like cider.
Right, have a great festive session and all that jazz.