As I finish another mediocre London sushi lunch that I've grabbed from beside the sandwiches, I find my mind transported back to Tokyo where the freshest and tastiest sushi imaginable filled a hole in my stomach and cemented a place in my mind as the best sushi I've ever eaten. But it's more amazing than that because it's also the best and only sushi I've ever made.
I met a friend for dinner the other night. She told me she's been having too much sex and wants to cut back a bit. I asked her what too much was so she started to list them. It could have sounded a lot to some, but when it comes to sexual encounters one person's idea of a flood is another person's idea of a drought.