Cornish sea shanty singers The Fisherman’s Friends are to release their first new material since the death of one of their number in a freak accident in February.
Say hello to my clippy little friend
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Fisherman’s Friend singer Trevor Grills has died following an accident at the G Live theatre venue in Surrey that killed the band’s manager over the weekend.
"So lately," says Rob, gazing into the middle distance, "I've been thinking that the problem is that perhaps it needs to have a sort of centrepiece. Like a giant rock." My neighbours and I are having a gin and tonic. There has been some discussion about whether gin and tonic is permitted under their strenuous pre-holiday dietary regime, but caution has been thrown to the wind. So here we are on the terrace, sipping our drinks, sitting in the sunshine, and everything is almost perfect. Almost.
The perfect way to cook when the sun's out
The actual tennis of Wimbledon is played in Southfields, two Tube stops away from the famous suburb, but that doesn't stop the world and his tennis partner from descending on the Village like the Assyrians on Jerusalem. What they find to eat when they arrive can be uninspiring. For every good, reliable restaurant (such as San Lorenzo Fuoriporto at the bottom of the hill), there are too many yawn-making gastropubs, chains and iffy spice houses.
There has to be good reason to traipse across town for a kebab. And this secret sauce might be it...
The Limit, Holywell Bay