Overwhelmed

I intended to rush home this afternoon to do justice to my wonderful host, Cream, a man of limitless charm, the twinkliest eyes, the cheekiest smile and most generous of spirits. I wanted to savour the flavours of his menus, the ambience of his restaurants, the combinations of his cocktails until you could smell the boureks and taste the tagine, hear the laughter and feel the warmth of our meeting.

We talked about lots of things yet barely scratched the surface of this amazing man's knowledge and experience, or my ability to waffle on at length getting nowhere in particular, other than ever so slightly sozzled.

Finally I would reciprocate the offer of hospitality, albeit on a completely amateur and significantly humbler scale.

Unfortunately there has been a temporary change of plan.

I am going out to find more sandbags just as soon as I can locate the canoe.

I refuse to use the 'F' word for fear of plagiarism. What I will say, though, is FUCK!

PS Elsewhere in the news today, this was released and promises to be big. I liked it so much, I bought it.