CHRISTOPHER STEVENS reviews last night's TV
Rating: Don't try to deny it, girls. You know that any mundane activity becomes stonkingly sexy and macho when performed by a middle-aged man. Bicycling ceases to be a pastime for children and retired ladies, when a Lycra-clad male in his virile mid-40s is astride the pedals. The pavements are no longer the preserve of ordinary walkers, now that they can be a racetrack for angrily perspiring blokes in training for a half-marathon. But of all the ways a gent in his prime can assert his alpha maleness, there's nothing more heroic than cookery. Not normal, dinner-in-a-hurry cookery, of course. ...