Saturday night in the kitchen, asbestos fingers on, a little light swearing and fat spilled on the floor. Public service announcement: always wipe up spilled fat straight away, or you’ll go flying – and given my recent history of falling over, I can’t take any risks!
My friend Scott asked for more rants, but I can’t rant on demand. So instead, you get a ramble about Strictly starting soon – sequins on, Strictly cocktails at the ready. Not a rant. A Jules ramble.