Yup. And if you don’t hear from me on it – or you do and it’s a typical 180 type remark or a typical irrelevancy remark where you say someone stabbed you with a bayonet and you near died and I say I once saw a bayonet on the wall in a second-hand shop, hanging next to a Tretchikoff rip-off and so I bought that rip-off and it hangs in my kitchen but I’ve since painted over it – don’t think I don’t care. Because that is how I sometimes deal with a kick in the guts (emotionally speaking). Or how I deal with someone whose feelings I care about.

My response is either overcooked, undercooked, raw, bloody or fucking burned. Then a 180.

Because I pretty much always feel like chopped liver with people and am painfully awkward with it and this will be no surprise to you so you won’t feel the need to appease this (thanking you in advance). And as you’re as weird as I am you will probably come back with a gun Escoffier recipe for liver or other offal.

Fuck Escoffier.

Ever tried sweet breads David? I love sweet breads. I make sweet breads, time-to-time.