A fair few years ago, I lost a bet for which the punishment required me to eat a jar of baby food. I not only lost the bet, but also my battle with that tiny jar – I couldn’t get past the first mouthful. It was inedible. I have a feeling these days losing that
You can’t walk down a London street these days without tripping over a flourishing market, street feast or pop-up bar. The stoics have lost; epicures, connoisseurs and bons vivants have won. We’re all hedonists now.