Off to the country for an extended weekend with my cookery chum Heston Bloominhell, so I'll be off air for a few days.
I'm hoping that a few hearty suppers of slug bladder paté in a bat urine jus will recharge the batteries and restore the old Eastcliff constitution.
If that doesn't do the trick I'll just have to resort to a £500 a day cocaine and vodka habit like the rest of my showbiz colleagues. The pressure, darling, the pressure.
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You do know how to 'Lord it up', don't you!
Throw it up more like, I've felt pretty crook since I got back from Heston's yesterday. Must have been that fillet of ocelot in trout roe ragout.
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