How (Not) To Cook
For the most part, I don’t mind keeping Ned Stark as a husband. He’s earnest, genuine and mildly amusing company but at least once a week we have this conversation. A conversation which makes me want to harm him with kitchen tongs. Me: What shall we have for dinner tonight? Ned: Food…. Me: Well, what food… Ned: Any food… #FFS. Really? Cheers for the input. How about one of these, you wazzock. Alas, food. Sodding food. So, you can read some of my thoughts on food/foo
The Name Game
What's in a name, eh? Here's a factoid for you: I'm not overly keen on my name. Since Kristens Stewart, Wiig and Bell have come on the scene, they've given my name context and made it more recognisable but for the most part, it's the bane of my existence. For a start, my maiden name is Paul. Say Kristen Paul really quickly...it sounds like Crystal Ball. Thanks for that, Mum. I was apparently named after the lady who shot JR Ewing in Dallas. My mum was drawn to it as she was a
