Contrary to what most people seem to [bizarrely] think, I am really quite dorky. The other morning I found myself lovingly preparing Shepherdzzzz Pie from a Seventies recipe my mum has been using since, well, the Seventies. Shepherdzzzz because of the Heinz Baked Beans origins and contents of the recipe. I’m not a natural cook, but it’s one of the things I’m fairly adept at doing.

As per usual, I was also listening to GOLD. My default radio station for most occasions. So I found myself in the dubious scenario of cooking this pie whilst shimmying around the kitchen, in rollers, to the divinely dubious sounds of the Andrea True Connection’s More More More. I still get urges to start singing ‘if you steal my sunshine‘ but my Seventies-self slaps the Nineties-self around the face and carries on with the shimmying. I know I should really be slinking around to Roxy Music or whoever, as usual, but there are times you need a bit of cheese (if not on top of the pie, because someone doesn’t like cheese).