Over the Christmas holidays, there was only one place to go. No, not to the department store to sit on Santa’s knee (I’ve been cautioned by the police about that before).
Instead, it was much safer to stay at home and watch my favourite channel – the channel hardly anybody else but me watches, somewhere in the Siberian wastelands of Freeview, next to GREAT! and That’s 80s. I’m talking, of course, about Food Network.
I mean, yes, essentially Food Network is just a bunch of repeats of ancient cooking programmes, and I should probably get a life. But in these stressful times, I’m not sure what would I do without this reliably endless stream of blurry old cookery shows. Here, you can see every part of the Jamie Oliver lifecycle,…
