My Problem with the F Word

British television, apart from a few isolated islands of brilliance, is slipping slowly into a sticky quagmire of something worse than mediocrity.  The F Word, starring the King of Cussing, Gawdon Ramsay seems to be leading the charge.

Bag issues

Well, efficient as ever, Sainsburys has just delivered the groceries.

I have just one question for the Chief Executive of Sainsburys:  Why do only your staff members manage to break the carrier bags when all other people, from all walks of life manage not to?  Do you send them on some sort of a course?

I can’t stand the heat in the kitchen.

One of the biggest irritations in my life is domestic stoves. Or hobs if you want to be posh.  I think they are generally unfit for purpose. Here is why: