Gutted.

Im supposed to be going out to dinner tomorrow night with Miguel Torres. I was quite looking forward to it, for many reasons. It was going to be the first sommelier dinner that Ive been to. Surprisingly I dont get invited to any. But once again the Grosvenor curse strikes. Like that advert for Mcains oven chips where the little girl ponders "Daddy or Chips?" I find myself thinking "Work or a Life?".

This place demands so much and returns so little.