Last weekend, in a move that can only be described as ‘trying to find material for a book’, I went to Amsterdam with my dad and two brothers. It was Father’s Day and he’s also due to get married in August so it was a joint stag/Father’s Day treat for him. The greatest joy was … More Amsterdam it all to hell.
I didn’t know Anthony Bourdain. I don’t claim to. I can’t imagine what his friends and family have been going through in the last couple of weeks. It just served as a reminder that despite having the life that a lot of us are striving towards, ithe black dog doesn’t stop barking at the door. … More Bourdain.