It's a known (and frequently lamented) fact that everything tastes better with butter on it. And when I say 'butter', I mean the proper full fat, grass fed, lightly salted and preferably Irish kind that comes in the foil packs - not that manky shite that comes in the plastic tubs with pictures of olives... Continue Reading →
Ready-meals and poo-mergencies
So I've been on the Keto kick for 2 weeks now and am due a weigh-in. The tape-measure tells me i've lost six centimetres from around my waist, and precisely fuck-all from around my ass, and I'm slightly concerned i'm going to end up looking a bit like Kimmy K on a bad day. Week... Continue Reading →