How to make the perfect soft-boiled egg

How do you like your eggs in the morning? I like mine with, not so much a big sloppy kiss, but a really gooey centre. Boiled, poached, fried: who cares? If you serve me one with a core of liquid sunshine, you’ll be getting more than a peck in return – I’m that over easy…

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Went to Ibiza. Had the last dance in Space.

Sometimes, when you’re presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the right thing to do is grab it with both hands. Even if, when you wake up the next morning and can think of a million reasons why you shouldn’t have grabbed it with both hands – and the two empty bottles in the recycling bin remind you how you acted hastily in grabbing it with both hands: grabbing it with both hands was still the right thing to do. I can testify. Continue reading Went to Ibiza. Had the last dance in Space.