I went running once (2K). Too easy, if anything. Exercise: a piece of p*ss. Healthy eating? Don’t make me laugh. I smash half an apple a week, every week. I get it. That’s why miracle-cure super drinks leave me skeptical. JARR’s Kombucha (a CRATE brewery-stocked fermented tea for your tummy) made me slightly more skeptical than most. But hey, what do I know. It had a comforting “Holland & Barrett reduced section” musk to it, which was nice, and the “ginger” one brought up flavours of spicy root and chain-eatery wasabi. It also provoked a period of furious activity (four emails). Try it again? Why not. Who doesn’t love ingesting entire fizzy bacterial galaxies in the name of your lower intestine.
An international festival of light
Dinner in a decommissioned 1967 underground carriage
Half-price brunch and a HUGE fried chicken burger