SUPERHOT CROSS BUNS
Well I hope you all had a lovely Easter, celebrating the day when...er...a chick came back to life as a giant bunny, and left chocolate eggs for all the girls and boys? Or at least I think they were eggs - in hindsight a chocolate egg would probably look a lot like the excrement of a huge magic Watership Down escapee, which puts a whole new fetishist spin on 'egg' hunts. Anyway, I was on holiday in Cyprus on the not so big day (let's be honest, it's not Christmas is it? It's barely better than Pancake Day, and that's just a load of greasy hot batter). I mention this not to boast of my jet-setting lifestyle, but because on Easter itself we came back to our villa to find a bowl of eggs left by the owner. Real hens eggs, dyed red. We had no idea whether we were supposed to eat these or smash them up in offering to some egg-hating deity or what, or even if they were raw or cooked, so we just left them. Which in hindsight probably wasn't a great idea as we'