If you're a longtime reader of this LJ, you may be aware of how much I like eating and drinking. However, although I do like to talk about these things, I don't often talk about them here, mainly because I fear that the potential audience who want to hear me waxing lyrical about wine and cake, seeking out the latest shop-bought culinary sensations and applying my finely honed critical faculties to London's top eating spots is rather limited. Many of you don't live in the same country as me, many of the remainder don't live in the same city as me, and even some of the ones who do are only here for the jokes about Captain Jack's banana. (There's nothing wrong with that, of course. And nothing wrong with the jokes either, boom boom.)
However, I also know that I have a few regular readers (mainly folk I know in Real Life) who read my usual posts in a state of polite bewilderment, and wish that I would talk about something they know about, in terms that they have half a chance of comprehending. (And there's nothing wrong with that, either.)
All of this is simply a self-conscious attempt to advertise a brand new endeavour, which is that I have teamed up with the fabulous and witty wheeler to start a blog devoted entirely to the serious and not-so-serious business of food and drink. It's called Very Good Taste, and it's now open for business. NB: You can now go to verygoodtaste to add it to your friends list!
Andrew and I have different food and drink preferences (he's even written a book about his: buy now for Christmas!), but we both know what we like and enjoy enthusing about it at every possible opportunity. Look out for regular posts on what we've eaten lately, where we've eaten it, whether we'd eat it again, and any other relevant thoughts we had on the way to the fridge.
If you fear that usual service here may be affected by this, please do not fret. This will continue to be my journal for all fannish meanderings and you may rest assured that I shall not stint in my usual unflinching examinations of modern popular culture
So there's nothing to worry about, I'm not selling out. I'm just eating out...