First Simon Jenkins article on the importance of doing nothing

[Sir C]

There's an all-singing all-dancing restaurant on the ground floor which I am sure serves wine. Just buy a bottle from there and take it up to the food court.

Go with an appetite and get the funky sounding dishes first. I made the fatal mistake of ordering the pigs intestines in ejaculate soup at the very end, and was rather uncomfortably close to vomiting

I'm kind of done with ordering the bizarre-sounding stuff. I've eaten oddness all over the world, from chicken feet and intestines to termites, ants and frogs and snake wine and snakeblood sauce and fried tarantula and locusts and crocodile and zzzzzzzz. Who can be ársed with all that nonsense now we're grown ups.