I was watching a cookery programme the other day and I couldn’t help but think how absurd the world of dining has become and how something relatively straightforward has been raised almost to the level of a science.

How expressions are bandied about like “haute cuisine”, “fine dining” and goodness knows what else. How people will pay a fortune to dine in a place (and then usually brag about it) where your meal is presented with artistic squiggles and collages as though it were an exhibit by Picasso or Salvador Dali. Are you supposed to eat it, photograph it or maybe take it home and put it with your other priceless works of art? Never mind all that, what does it bloody taste like?

Just as it is with wine, music or art, the degustation and delectation is entirely subjective and personal. If the meal, wine, music or artistic piece pleases you nothing else matters. The chances are that somebody else will disagree with you anyway, preferring their own favoured alternative.

And that’s the point, that’s fine, never mind anybody else, how do you feel about it? Don’t rabbit on about it like you’ve discovered a long lost city of the Aztecs, just enjoy it and let the rest of us enjoy what we want without fear of criticism or contradiction. I may not like it but you do and that should be an end to the matter.