September 2010
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Don’t shoot me I’m not the chef (and have never...
This is not a diary, but a week that begins with a 1.30 am encounter with armed police and ends with the Sunday Times, bless them, according me the status of “one of the finest chefs in Wales” demands to be marked in some way.
Looking back, it would all make so much more sense if the two events had occurred the other way around. That way it might suggest that I’d been arrested at gunpoint in...