D'you wanna be in my tribe, my tribe, my tribe?

Dearests,

I have decided to begin a blog. It is called Tribe of 1 (inexplicably) and I want you all to sign up so that I am not a lonely bugger, sitting in my pants, blogging about my various adventures to no one. Or don't. Whatever you like really, don't want to sound pushy.

After the sucess of last week and the culinary newsletter installments I thought it might be nice to jot down my rantings, especially as I can't find any actual paid work writing, and I do enjoy it so, what with being a writer and all.

I shall be re-posting the Cooking Chronicles on this for you all to see - though ITV have warned me not to risk being sued by publishing anything potentially libellous. As if I would do that! Though I will just say for the record that JBR is a drunk and that I was physically shut in a kitchen and forced to cook for the aristocracy. Tru dat.

Anyway, enough rambling for now, as I hear the dulcit tones of Ricky from out makeshift recording studio in the roof and I am off to make a 6 course dinner without the aid of a hob or any gas, what with us getting shut off by the National Grid just before Christmas for 'Gasleak'. Just general 'gasleak' - not sure if our lives were in danger but as everything around is slowly crumbling, I will assume yes.

I hope you are all well ducks, until tomorrow,

C