Cake baking has to be, however innocently, one of the great culinary scams: it implies effort, it implies domestic prowess; but believe me, it's easy.

Sometimes it's good just to be seduced by the particular cheeses spread out in front of you on a cheese counter.

I don't wear anything in bed. But I'm not ready for a nude scene quite yet.

And, in a funny way, each death is different and you mourn each death differently and each death brings back the death you mourned earlier and you get into a bit of a pile-up.

But if you know that something has been really vicious, you don't read it, you don't let it into your head. What's damaging is when sentences go through your head and you burn with the injustice of it.

I am not a chef. I am not even a trained or professional cook. My qualification is as an eater.

Glamour really has to do with good lighting, doesn't it?