Jamie and the magic flan

So free range chicken hero Jamie Oliver is soon to be teaching us how to live in tune with wartime austerity (as recession looms, food crisis hits, fuel bills rocket, home-grown Al Qaeda terrorists blow us to kingdom come and Four Horsemen of Apocalypse gallop over Hampstead Heath).

Can’t wait. Oh for the joys of dried egg, coffee from acorns (or was that only in Germany) and cabbage on cardboard.

Then we can all nip down the Anderson Shelter for a good sing-song. I’d have recommended the Tube station for this latter purpose, but that might not be such a good idea knowing our fundamentalist pals’ propensity for blowing themselves up in such places.