Newspaper article The Journal (Newcastle, England)

I'll Fund the Doughnuts - If the Banks Will Start Producing Some Dough; Columnist

Newspaper article The Journal (Newcastle, England)

I'll Fund the Doughnuts - If the Banks Will Start Producing Some Dough; Columnist

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Byline: Vinay Bedi

I HAVE never really "got" New Year's Eve. As children, it remained a somewhat exclusive wonderment of the adult world and no little matter of resentment that our fun finished with Christmas, yet grown-ups at least had another party to look forward to.

Yet like so many things that happen around Christmas time, the anticipation of New Year's Eve, even as an adult, tends to be better than the event itself.

As for New Year's resolutions, well I don't and never have. Why make a resolution because a new year is starting? Why not make one on your birthday or even on the day of Christ's birth? However, my distinct lack of enthusiasm for New Year took an even greater battering this Christmas ... 13 family members round the table on Christmas Day did for that. Throw in (or up) various family illnesses and kids' activities and before you knew it the night was upon us and we were home alone. If there was any disgruntlement, it was coming from the children.

"This is the worst New Year ever", followed by, "This is so boring I am going to bed" and the great classic, "You two might enjoy your own company but we certainly don't" were all delicately laid before us through the early part of the evening.

However, exactly at that moment when even I began to think the evening was not going to prove the highlight of my beloved darlings' precious and highly-influential early years, my son announced he was going to make us all doughnuts.

One hour and a flour-covered kitchen later, Heston Blumenthal's prodigies emerged with a batch of 12 doughnuts accompanied with ice cream and jelly beans (a great combination although it didn't go too well with the Sancerre).

That should be the end of a nice story and sufficient to give you all plenty of feelings of comfort and bonhomie, even enough to believe life within the Bedi household is warm and happy. Unfortunately, in this instance only, entrepreneurial spirit was also alive and kicking. My darling son, aged 11, decided that we were to be charged for the privilege of consuming one of his doughnuts.

Where my youngest has developed this entrepreneurial spirit from is anyone's guess. …

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