‘No screw-ups tonight!’ Hell’s Kitchen   ‘No screw-ups tonight!’ ‘Get it in now!’ All this damn yelling and clattering. Same as always – busy nights. Near-on a full house through there, filling their faces. ‘Eighty-six that!’ ‘Over here, Slughead. Here. Here!’ Yeah, average mid-shift in the kitchen, me just a lowly soo-chef, flogging myself, busy as hell – Hell’s Kitchen alright. All hollering and good nature – the hell it is. The higher you are, the more foul your temper. We

The night before you're the star victim in the arena, and there's a volunteer to make it memorable for you... The Night Before   A fire blazed. the room was warm and so aromatic that Kyre’s hunger suddenly roused itself; an all-enveloping smell of hot bread filled the senses. ‘This place, I like.’ A couple of heads turned to see who had come in. ‘It’s you , in’t it? You’re  the Backman! Jeemo vaimo.’ A man was coming forward. ‘It is you, innit? I saw you training in the court

There we were, having a frolic... I let him off the leash, as you do... And Rover starts getting a bit frisky, as he does... And the next thing I know,,, the little devil's nipped me. Oh, you want the truth? I had an op this week, to cut out a cancerous skin lump, a basal cell carcinoma. Quite interesting to watch – above my left knee. All seemingly clean now, waiting another week to have the stitches out. But, in the meantime, What do I do with it? I mean, there must  be a s