http://www.lukemackay.co.uk Professional chef and cookery writer Tue, 31 Jan 2012 18:09:44 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en But YOU want a TV show!’ ‘Of COURSE your piss is pickled! But no one else cares- she has great rack and sultry eyes! You’re just jealous cos you’re not purdey’. I’m not you know. Jealous. Or for that matter,  pretty. I’m sad. Actually sad, depressed, disillusioned and royally ticked off...... Because I want my own ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2012/01/daughter-daughter/ Last night I went on a date with my fiancee. And on the 16th of September 2010 I wrote half a blog that I never finished and never published because it was sad. I have just found it.  On the 15th of September 2011 I asked someone to marry me. ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2012/01/date/ The Secret diary of a London private chef 10pm: I sit on the warm mahogany toilet seat with my head between by knees and count to ten as a bead of sweat runs down the bridge of my nose and falls in slow motion before detonating on the heated terracotta tiles beneath ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2011/10/private/ You will notice that I haven’t written much recently. This is because I am happy with my lot. I am content rather than miserable, chirpy not blue. And it is an absolute bastard for the creative process. But then I went to Taste of London and worked up a nice ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2011/06/bad-taste-of-london/ I had foie gras stuffed into a sausage last night. At Bocca di Lupo in Soho. I’d love to tell you all about it but you know already. It must be the most reviewed restaurant of the last couple of years. Just go there, it was fantastico, if initially more than ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2011/05/liar/ It's barely perceptible. It crosses my face in a flutter of wings and is gone before you knew it was there. I might be alone, I might be with people. But I know it when it comes because it warms me up, gives me a tingle of optimism, hope and joy. It is ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2011/01/smile/ Quite a week this. I am a lucky boy. I say boy. I am thirty four on Thursday and I now spend longer shaving my ear lobes than I do funking up my hair. Such is my life. My shopping lists now invariably consist of Gaviscon and Marks and Spencer’s pants and ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2011/01/shipped/ Deep breath. Ready? My name is Luke Mackay and I am thirty three years old. And yesterday I bought my first ever tool. And my second. Should you be kind enough to be interested, my purchased tools of choice were a hammer and a screwdriver (Phillips). That is at first glance, by most ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2010/11/me-man/ This London is mine. This London is where I was born, where I grazed my first knee, chased my first girl, whittled my first branch and later, lost my first job. It is where I have cried and where I have laughed and laughed. It’s not just a home, a city or ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2010/11/london/ Thank God for that. I'm back. The happy clappy nonsense that I have recently been spouting was but a blip in my otherwise horribilis visage. I am still very much enjoying life blah blah blah, but it is for me at least, comforting to know that I can still conjure up the ... http://www.lukemackay.co.uk/2010/10/rant/