MsMarmitelover

Supper clubs - ‘underground’ restaurants where paying guests do the Come Dine With Me thing in someone else’s home without the sordid business of reciprocating, are the eating trend that ate Britain. Based on Cuba’s ‘paladar’ culture, the best examples feel like a clandestine 80’s rave/ cabaret/ shebeen at which you also happen to be fed like a prince. To the supper club faithful, to eat at the London abode of ex-punk/ anarchic cook Kerstin Rodgers is akin to a pilgrimage to Mecca - make that Noma. Known to her 7,000 Twitter fans as MsMarmitelover, she’s just published a quirky guide to the genre packed with sound DIY supper club advice, ‘I want!’ recipes and anecdotes - such as ‘hot’ guest Hardeep Singh Kholi, stripping off to stir curry (and unexpected longings) in MsMarmite’s pans. Duly inspired (by the book, not the possibility of Hardeep spooning my bhuna), toqued-up and table set, I’m praying I don’t poison my first punters as I dream about riches beyond Ramsay. 

(Supper Club By Kerstin Rodgers: Collins £25)

The Only Way Is Essex: Official Guide

A friend’s new junior receptionist, Billericay-born and bred, recently enquired whether ‘Easter Sunday is on a Monday this year.’ Bless! Could Simple be the make-up remover of choice for your average Essex girl? On the back of the new series, here’s the official guide to how to live it large like a Loughton lass. Let’s see? A frock from Miss Piggy Modes, towering Loo-Boo-’ans, a face like a baboon's behind, fake tits that would protect you in a 150 mph full on car crash and a spray tan that screams ‘radioactive carrot.’ Veneered and vajazzled, you aim to cop off with a bit of class at Faces nightclub - Jack Tweed’s mate Mark, a (stud) muffin with all the sex appeal of one of Nanny Pat’s half-baked sausage plaits? Given the cast’s communication skills, what you get are lots of pretty (damn scary) cast pictures and few words of more than one syllable. No? Shut up!

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