Too little, too late

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP It is the familiar sound of a text message. At the thankfully unfamiliar time of 7:15am. “Please can you bleep out all my swearing?  Please?” asks Fat Jim in the message itself. It is the morning after…

"That's not a dessert!"

I went to Fat Jim’s for dinner. Fat Jim likes to experiment with food.  As I have written about in the past.  He is a bit like a really bad Heston Blumenthal.  But with hair. To his credit, the actual dinner was quite nice, though…

The return of Fat Jim

“Hi.” said Fat Jim over the phone, somewhat drearily. “I need a favour.” “Nice to hear from you Fat Jim.  You need a favour eh?” “Yes.” “Does it involve effort or expense on my part?” “No, not really.” “Okay then, shoot.” “Do you have Stan’s…