Bloopers

I love meatballs. Big fat juicy beef balls, chicken balls, lamb balls – I love to ball everything. And don’t compress them too much,…

Two minutes of me versus a tin of Spam. The instructions say “lift and pull, squeeze until it pops”. I squeezed. I tapped. I…

From the archives: me trying to record a nice, polished welcome for the very first Secret Supper Society website. “Okay, okay, oh right –…

Our very first behind-the-scenes film with Katie, our lovely waitress at the supper club – and a very funny, very good friend! Here we’re…

Seventeen years of supper clubs and I still manage to cock it up occasionally. This compilation is for the real moments – the bloopers,…

To the utter embarrassment of my poor daughter, I have learnt to do the Floss – and then instantly forgotten how to do it…

Here’s a film that proves I’m rubbish at poaching eggs. It’s always hit or miss for me – mostly miss. I start off confidently…

Nineteen seconds of honesty. This dress is Zara, and I loved it so much I bought two. Is it the most flattering on my…

A Christmas top tip from a different angle – standing by my sitting room bar (yes, there’s one in the kitchen too). Get your…

Forty-one seconds of a woman who has filmed the same intro far too many times. I was terribly excited about something (an electrician finally…