So I ended up making myself some ceviche today instead of taking the one hour trip from the West of London to a Peruvian restaurant in Soho which tends to be my weekly excursion. The commute is getting old, it would be better if the portions for the main courses after a ceviche appetiser was worth the trip, but sadly I can't in all honesty say that it is. So yes after buying the fish yesterday, which again involved another long trek - boy do I hate living out in the sticks, I made my own ceviche and I have to admit it was delicious. It was all I could do to not eat it all in one sitting. Its been quite a struggle to leave any for tomorrow, especially when my hands smell of ginger, garlic and coriander - I wouldn't mind having a new aftershave that smelt that good. Of course that would probably make me hungry.