Really must refrain from watching multiple back to back episodes of Master(shout)chef in an attempt to wind down before bed after an evening reporting session. It leads to anxiety inducing dreams about attempting to create a gourmet “PLATE OF FOOD” from manky fridge leftovers because I have forgotten my ingredients, whilst disconcertingly naked under my pinny and being harangued by a pair of gobby, middle aged, paunchy men.