What I ate on my travels.
Some barbecued venison in Essex:
Some barbecued lamb in Gloucestershire:
A might pile of miscellaneous meats at the Anatolia restaurant in Hackney:
And a pile of kebab meat from a place in West Hampstead called, I kid you not, Lezziz Express, which turns out not to be an outpost of lesbian separatism, but a halal joint. The yoghurt sauce was hiding a multitude of sins. And I was left thinking I should have ordered the chips and cheese: ah well, there'll be another time.