That Anxious Welsh Chef

It’s good. Like when I took cigarettes. From my father’s bedside. Of course. He didn’t hear me. Loud as I am. Sometimes. Nobody does.

It’s all in your head. They say. But. Where else? Would I keep my brain. You don’t need makeup. No? Too bad. I want it anyway. You can do it! Did I not? Just tell you. I can’t. Smile. Sure I absolutely, Definitely. Owe you, The view of my teeth. Straighten your crown, They say.…

Inspired by taking a minute in Bath. In the pond. You won’t be able to see the fish. Until you stop looking for them. Just trust, That they are there. It takes no effort You know. To smell the lavender. Listen to the fountain. Look at the lily pads. Sit a while. Be.

Or in which I feel somewhat better… Or in which my difficult decision is validated… Or in which change is indeed as good as a rest… OK so these taglines ate getting a little bit out of hand now not to mention I’m running out of words for my title! Forgive me but it is…

So this has been it then. My last day in the kitchen. They say always end on a song so here’s my after work, for the last time, end of an era playlist. Leaving on a Jet Plane, John Denver The Boxer, Simon and Garfunkel 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Paul Simon KC Loving,…

Or the resignation I wanted to write Dear Everyone, It is with the heaviest of hearts, I have to inform you. As of August 14th I will no longer be a chef. After 10 long years of wonderful highs and terrifying lows I am finally bringing my knife kit home for good. My last happy…

“Afternoon.” Scoffed the world. “Good of you to join us.” I stumbled I mumbled I stuttered It smiled. “Don’t be so bloody daft.” “We missed you that’s all.” It never was unkind. “There’s so much to tell you. July faded out as August rushed in. The dogs they barked while the flowers they grew. The…

For Bristol When I walked home. I knew of course. About the trees. They were there. A long time. Longer than the pavement. I didn’t know… Though… About the lilac. Until it hit me. “For goodness sake.” I said. You didn’t have to grow on me. I loved you. All along.

So says the song but after last Sunday I think we might just have found one! Cure For The Summertime Blues Take one gorgeous lakeside location. Fill liberaly with two coach loads of awesome teammates dressed in their festival finery. Meanwhile get the barbecue going. We recommend two whole lambs, one whole pig and all…

So it’s Friday night. I just got home from work. Friday night was as cruel a mistress as ever. But. Service was amazing! Everyone gave it their absolute all. The energy was incredible. Every plate went out on time. Hot, (or cold depending on section) fresh and looking beautiful. This is what we do every…