WELCOME

Hi gang, and here we are now uncomfortably into 2022, which sounds very futuristic to me. I never thought I’d be around this late in the day but there you go, lying about your age can work wonders.

Anyway, onwards and upwards, and this time round let’s talk food. My talented writer daughter Amber is Vegan, as many of today’s environmentally concerned youngsters are. You may have friends who are the same, or even be one yourself having mistakenly though also logically thought it would make you just like Mr Spock. How do you know if someone is Vegan? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you within the first 2 minutes of meeting them.

This is nothing new to me because my older sister Viv was a Veggie, if not a Vegan, back in the 1970s and wouldn’t even eat animal crackers. In 1974 when she was working as a secretary at the EU building in Brussels I was taking a 6 month sabbatical from working at Waitrose and after bumming around Wales and Somerset for a few months with my mate Colin I pitched up at Viv’s place in the centre of Brussels, with my begging bowl. Oh what fun we had, playing chess, Frustration and Yahtzee into the small hours, with scant consideration for the fact that Viv had to be up early for work in the morning.