I'm full

Phew. The Christmas eating marathon ended yesterday, with a celebratory last meal of a few pints of cider and a takeaway pizza in front of Tomb Raider (a film which can only be watched while reasonably drunk - sorry, fellow Dr Mac/JRT fans, but it is terrible, albeit in a kind of fun way). From now on, it's back to normal food. No more turkey (although if you do have any left, you could do worse than take the advice of Nigel Slater, bless him, who recommends turkey sandwiches and an episode of Green Wing).

No, from now on, it's detox (until New Year's Eve of course, which will no doubt end up involving a bowl of chips and cocktails (preferably several vodka, raspberry and basil ones) in Popolos). Roll on the New Year!