A friend of a friend is reputed to regularly eat a mango with her hands on the streets of London, much to the amusement of the male pedestrian community. She is tall, slender, beautifully tanned and tends to wear gorgeous exotic colours (that I tried to mimic once, but just ended up looking like a frumpy beach lizard). With that image of a model (really, Charlotte, if you aren’t, you should be), standing on a bustling street corner, literally making cars swerve as she eats an exotic juicy fruit with her bare hands, let me bring you down to earth. Eating a mango is messy business. And for...
