Wiring Your Street Food Van – A Beginners Guide
Congratulations, you have bought your first food van and are well on the way to making your food-based fortune. All you need to do now is pop it on a street corner somewhere, cock the flap and watch as the masses swarm to your hatch and purchase food like the apocalypse is nigh. Before you get too carried away though you will need to sort out the wiring, so buckle on your man-work hats and fire up those screwdrivers, we’re going in! Notice as we clamber aboard that at first glance it all seems very organised and well maintained. This is great! Cling desperately on to that thought, and you can work on making it a reality one day. If you pop your head inside the wiring box you will see enough cables to put the Blackpool Illuminations to shame, but...
Trees
I wonder, some times, what the opposite of “green-fingered” is. I consider myself to be “botanically homicidal”, or perhaps “yellow-toed”, or possibly “a crap gardener”, but I have never let this put me off. I have kept a string of sickly house plants ever since I was old enough to dig up bits of garden and put it in pots, and now have plants all over the house struggling for survival against all the odds including an Aspidistra called Gordon, our longest surviving house plant, who is mostly looked after by Barny and re-potted by visitors who take pity on him. Jabberwocky HQ is the home of a small and neglected patch of grass we like to glamorously call the back garden, and we have long been intending to turn...
My First Christmas
As far as the Jabberwocky is concerned, this is our first Christmas. It has been a busy year, full of all sorts of excitement, and on the whole I would probably rate it a very respectable 9 out of 10, which is a very credible score considering all the niggly little failures that have kept cropping up. And the not having a dog. So, as the Beast rusts gently on the driveway and I wallow on the sofa in a duvet of self pity (and also a duvet) with female-man-flu I thought it was time to do a look back in the year and mention the best bits, perhaps reminisce on the successes and so forth. Unfortunately a gross of angry slugs have assembled in my sinuses to protest against global economic crisis, rendering me apathetic at best, and I’m really just looking forward...

