Hi all. We’ve just got back from Ireland! We were put up in a top hotel, and I rang my brother to brag a little about how plush the place was. He said that we were really lucky and was there any space for a third member of the family?! I laughed down the phone and told him I had to go, as the butler was about to run my bath…

About an hour later I rang him back … “Lagi ….Lagi” (my brother’s name too)… “Oh thank god you’re there, I don’t know what to do. You gotta help me Lagi, I’m really in the poop here.” “What’s the matter?” he says…

“Well, I can’t decide…do I go for the pork belly with the roasted scallops and artichoke puree, or the lamb shank with rosemary potatoes?”

All I heard was a swear word and then the phone went dead….