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I'm back from Glastonbury - I didn't drown, wash away, suffocate in mud or get heatstroke.

Proper review follows, er, when I've written it.

In the meantime, a report from Elizabeth's School of Culturally Confused Cookery.

A week or so ago I cooked myself a meal designed to use up the leftover stuff in the fridge: roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peppers and tomatoes, and corned beef fritters.

I can't honestly say it was a success. All the individual bits were lovely, but they went together like... well, like roasted mediterranean vegetables and corned beef fritters. That is to say, not terribly well.

Today, however, was different. I cooked myself seared tuna in a sesame seed, pepper and salt crust, with noodles stir-fried in sesame oil with ginger and spring onions. And, in fairness, sweetheart cabbage, but that was Tesco's fault for not having any pak choi. Cooking tuna is a bit of a gesture on my part, it's really more sashimi that's gone a bit of a funny colour at the edges when I declare it "done". So, why was this otherwise reasonably coherent meal culturally confused ? Well, I had it with a pint of the Badger Brewery's Golden Glory. Which was remarkably lovely and went beautifully, despite being about as Japanese as an English badger.

And, incidentally, I'm wrong about the cost of fresh tuna. I've always thought it was really expensive, but around £3.30 provided me with enough for a big meal for two. (Admittedly, there was only one of me, so the other half of it is tomorrow's lunch :) So hardly the cheapest meal in the book, but it's not going to break the bank either.