I'm losing touch with reality.

This much is true.  The staff of Ziggy's cafe have been instructed by the chef of adjoining Ziggy's restuarant to write the name Ziggy in balsemic vinegar on every bowl of soup they sell.  Ziggy is the name I have here to the "celebrity chef" who has lent his name to the whole enterprise. 

As far as I can tell, the standard way of becoming a "celebrity chef "is being photographed being hugged drunk by various celebrities - say 1 A list, 2 B, the rest Zds.  And having your name written in balsemic vinegar on soup you didn't cook.

Anyway, Ziggy's recipe or not, the soups are good.  And today, the assistant manager, a mate of mine and about to go off shift, told me he was going to write - as a joke - my name, not Ziggy's on the soup I ordered.

Now this is the losing-touch-with-reality bit.  I imagined him writing a balsemic "Alec".

So when the soup arrived with my real, birth, name on it, I almost felt disappointed.