We sit at the segregated table with our “frozen treats”. It’s the Summer Fayre and, in her earlier impassioned speech, the Mayor said everyone should have ice-cream. Even them. We don’t want ice-cream. It’s so fucking cold. A recipe apparently created for our “unique tastes”: it’s grey, grainy, full of ice chips. Still, we’ll make … Continue reading A Man’s Gotta Eat  – JP Relph