Some of you who have been reading my other food blog The English can cook since the beginning of time will know that I used to volunteer at a vegan cooperative cafe called Pogo. It’s in Hackney. I have a theory about places without the tube: they are different: self-administering, land-locked, incestuous, tribal.
“Goddess willing. She-mail me. Will you cook me g/f food? By that I mean gay friendly. I’m cunstantly hungry.”