- ‘What’s happening?’ I’m going down on a rib steak like a killer whale on a walrus’s afterbirth. Also, beer!
- My Golden Retriever doesn’t judge me – we will now spoon on the couch and watch a cooking show. He likes it. I like it. Shut up – it’s nice!
- Alone, drinking Grey Goose and playing ‘pin the teeth on Julia Roberts’. Should be fun, but I feel empty inside. Lack of red meat probably.
