the diet of the single man

Well my advice is never start too high. I made the fatal mistake of starting too high and since then expectations have been too high. I am of course referring to my Honey Roast Chicken which could have gone on the main menu at the Ivy. I do not like to talk about it but I do know that Mrs Telemac's parents have yet to enjoy any meal that comes close to it. (in truth they have not said this but a taste experience like that does not lie) as a result I have decided to stay away from the kitchen and rely upon my main kitchen utensil..... the phone. Takeaways were not an accidental intervention, they were designed for people like me. The reason I use them is that all other food to single men is a bit confusing. Back in the day pie and chips and sausage and mash was just what it said. No need to guess the ingredients on those meals, now we have exoticised (yes I made that word up) the meals and we have to garnish everything with a rocket salad. This does not help me in the slightest, fish and chips does not need a rocket, spaceship or milky way salad, it tastes great as it is. So if you see a very large man in 3 months time in Wymondham cut off his phone and hand him a rocket salad, I am sure he'll thank you for it eventually.