Recently moving house seems to have resulted in me loosing a shit load of stuff. One of these missing items being that key kitchen appliance, the kettle. After yet another weekend of heating water in an old pan, I’ve decided to start living like a proper adult who has a mortgage, career, pension and a … kettle. I must accept the need to endure that soul wrenching, marriage wrecking conveyor belt that is IKEA and buy a standard bold coloured aluminium Swedish kettle. Or I could just stick two fingers up to the Swedes and their contemporary steamers by getting my ‘hands’ on a bloody great cock kettle!