This is a gem of a book that will lighten the dark, cold, post Christmas evenings, and will keep you chuckling throughout.
A beautifully observed and humourous journey through the key moments in his life, Paul Arnott shares numerous slices of delicious treats with us, and ladles on extra cream with every portion.
It's the perfect antidote to the grumpiness of so much writing by 40 somethings these days, who all seem so angry and doom laden. Arnott's book is such a pleasingly nostalgic, warming and comfortable place to be for an hour each night, and I am in awe of how devoted he's been to his subject over the years. It's so refreshing to read about someone indulging themselves and celebrating the feeling, without displaying the slightest bit of guilt.
I love the way he weaves his cast of sweet delights into his biography, like the comfort of friends, many of which you will know and remember with nostalgia; wagon wheels, mars bars, battenburg cake, treacle sponge, bakewell tarts and Genoa cake.
I laughed out loud at the story of Arnott's 400 metre race against the now enobled Sebastian Coe, in an inter University athletics competition in the 1980's. His ignominious defeat, torn hamstring and subsequent aquaplane across the track headlong into the longjump sandpit, reassures us all that it is all about the taking part after all, and that the British Rail tea and piece of Genoa cake were as memorable as the contest.
I literally salivated at his first proper Apple Strudel, because it took me back to 1967 and the Café Tyrol in Innsbruck on my first skiing trip en famille, and my first taste of a real apple strudel - sheer heaven - I could have eaten six slices.
At a time when everyone is yelling at us to join a gym and go on the cabbage diet, do yourself a favour, save the money and buy 'Let me eat Cake' instead!