Beer we go, beer we go, beer we go
Dirty burgers from questionable sources, late-night pizza dripping with cheese, sticky toffee pudding swimming in custard. For 27 years I stuffed my face with the lot. Then a doctor dropped the coeliac bomb. And my diet changed overnight. Imagine Ronald McDonald waking in Gwyneth Paltrow’s body. Or if Hannibal Lecter was put on a raw […]