Tonight I am cooking up some Spanish style chicken and spuds. If its any good will blog recipe tomorrow.

In other news I'm a bit worried about Spudsey he took off at lunchtime murmering about some nonsense about a TV show and needing to get a fitting for a chest wig.

Huge Fearnley Whitingstein called to say his crabs are now under control and Veston the Bloomingtroll left a message on my voicemail to say that he is going to go back in time to 1943 (at the BBC's expense) to make a Woolton Pie and in the interests of authenticity while he is away his wife is going to sleep with every American serviceman who knocks on the door with a pair of stockings and a bottle of Coke.

Last night I bid a fond farewell to Old Street's The Best Kebab as today is the last day in my old office. As ever lovely Doner and chips, but all is not lost as it is on the route home from our all new sparkly office in the west end.

Anyway when I got home I thought lets see whats on the telly. I was very disappointed that Katy Humble's promise of showing all the action from her beaver on Wednesday night only involved a lot of soggy rodents swimming around and eating trees.

Then I watched Hugh Fearnley Whitginstall catch crabs.

Lets that sink in... He caught a cock crab.....

and then murdered it with a screwdriver between the eyes! Put some live langoustines in the freezer and then boiled them and ate a raw razor shell clam. Blimey its like a food show directed by Martin Scorcese!