"To the shy or less than gregarious among us, the cruise sounds like hell on water"
"Sunbeams stream through and warm the soft pallet room, casting a spotlight over my guanciale, highlighting the adipose goodness"
In a year defined by a sense of stultification, existential dread and a slender grip on sanity, there were some remarkable works of art
"Who needs Ingmar Bergman, Fellini, Tarkovsky or Godard when there's a bright Texan rebel lurking around the arthouses?"