Vaguely watching TV last night and there was a hilarious (in a very English way) show about a cookery writer. It included several very nice-sounding recipes; it mocked soup-based slimming diets, and there was a constant trope of the writer's agent talking to Salman Rushdie on the phone - demanding of his assistant "What am I, his nursemaid?"

The recipes were fun, and he had lines like "A couple of words on using stock cubes: Just Don't".