In the latest of my increasingly common ‘senior moments’, I just opened a carton of grapefruit juice and poured its contents over my cereal. I think that must be what they refer to as a ‘continental breakfast’. (The only valid argument I’ve heard so far in favour of Brexit.)
Autonomous boat makes oyster run!
Horse on the menu.
Dog mince on sale in Hebden Bridge SHOCK!
I had no idea ‘jalfrezi’ was the Bengali word for ‘elephant’s nut-sack’.
Just about the only benefit of spending hundreds of hours chasing your farmer friend's cattle across field and moor is that, every once in a while, you get to eat your arch-nemesis.
Marmalade in decline (or not).
In which I am served a burger topped with Cheesy Wotsits.
Roast child on pub menu shock!
Who in their right mind is going to grow lentils?