This is the truth. Being completely free range, and eating that moss that grows everywhere, makes the taste of Icelandic lamb so different it's difficult to explain just how good it is.

Or horse or puffin. Or the lips of a beautiful boy who promises you nothing but gives you so much even if his lithe body makes yours so flabby in comparison and where his paleness speaks of the ice, and skyr, and the spume of the surrounding sea yours well you know what you look like but he takes you home anyway and…

+1 for La Belle Province "avec cornichon".

Different fried onions. Not fried like pan fried, but like deep-fried to within an inch of their life until they're more texture than flavour.

Oh darling, you know drunken texting never goes well.

1. This looks like a charity shop Boosh sketch, at some point I'm expecting Julian Barratt and Richard Ayoade to fly in on a ratty carpet and deliver their lines without verve.

It's weird to think about what chicken battered in egg and bread crumbs really is.

Also, Blue Whale.

3TEETH are fucking great, not sure if they're "going camping" great, though. That's another level of greatness altogether.

In an unfamiliar bar, with an unfamiliar beer list, the foetus serving told me, when asked for something not so hoppy, that a particular beer was a good "beginner beer". It took all my will not to scream "listen, you fucking zygote, I was drinking beer when you were still jumping from testicle to testicle in your…

"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

There's something undoubtedly fun about words written by someone raised in the English/Irish swearing tradition being spoken with American accents.

"The apocalyptic bleakness of comics over the past 15 years sometimes seems odd to me, because it's like that was a bad mood that I was in 15 years ago. It was the 1980s, we'd got this insane right-wing voter fear running the country, and I was in a bad mood, politically and socially and in most other ways. So that…

Also, "The Pillowman", which I think would be great as a stories-within-stories matryoshka style extravaganza. No, not extravaganza, what's the term I'm looking for? Oh, that's right, harrowing experience.

There's your "ACQUIRED TASTES", not this century egg pedestrian shite.

Coke did they same thing with bottled water in the UK. Except instead of an experiment it was a new product they launched and there wasn't so much a "reveal" as a "product recall".

Sommeliers hate him! Find out his secret!

Couldn't find a Slav to play the Slavic god, had to get a Scandy. When will the whitewashing sto… no, wait…

The only thing worth knowing: Is Mike Schank in this film?

Best smelling piece of dog shit.