Originally published in SUITCASE magazine, issue 17.
Insects are the last things many would associate with a meal. They buzz, bite and butcher our food. They’re pests to be controlled. As I sauté my locusts a nutty – slightly burning – waft of baked mealworms rises from the oven. It’s the end of a long day and I’m craving a Papa Johns’ … Continue reading
He has been held at gunpoint by Putin’s “mafia” and single-handedly confronted the Presley Estate. His enterprise rocked the Berlin wall; his legal battles revolutionised trademark legislation and his memorabilia business, Elvisly Yours, is renowned worldwide. In a crumbling Watford warehouse, fluff from Sid Shaw’s fleece surfs the stifling air and settles on a bust … Continue reading
My fingers probe blindly before sinking into a slimy, lukewarm unknown. It gives way as I grab and scoop it toward my gaping mouth. It’s meaty, spiced and sweet. I feel a dull pat as a portion leaps onto my clean jeans. Tagine, I guess. Behind me, somewhere, a disembodied voice stage whispers: “Wouldn’t this … Continue reading