by Flic Luxmoore | Tuesday, August 14, 2012 | Hopeful, Street Food
This weekend the Jabberwocky will be at Summer Sundae Weekender, serving up our hottest, most delicious toasties and trying to prefect the art of sleeping-while-making-toasties. It will be a massive festival, the largest we have been at so far, and hopefully the...
by Flic Luxmoore | Thursday, April 26, 2012 | Hopeful, Other...
What with the country currently officially having a drought it seems odd that the subject of rain should be on my mind at all, but thankfully the farmers can rejoice, because at least here in Leamington Spa, it’s raining. No only that, it is raining with the...
by Flic Luxmoore | Thursday, March 22, 2012 | Food Van Driving, Hopeful, Street Food, The Business of Catering, Virtual
The year is wearing on, and even though part of my mind still seems convinced it’s February and dates things accordingly, we are now almost a quarter of the way through the year. The Jabberwocky has picked up some events for the summer, which is excellent news,...
by Flic Luxmoore | Friday, March 9, 2012 | Food Van Driving, Hopeful, Street Food, The Business of Catering
The Jabberwocky has three tried and tested ways of getting food out and into Warwickshire. We can swing by your locale, whip up a meal in your kitchen and then swing away again, we can bring food of many kinds on the Beast to a location of your choice and serve it...
by Flic Luxmoore | Friday, February 17, 2012 | Hopeful, Virtual
There is more to it than just the carrot. In fact the carrot is the beginning of a dastardly plan I have been hatching for days, and is most cunningly designed. The blog is currently our best chance at becoming more widely known. The Jabberwocky relies on its web...
by Flic Luxmoore | Thursday, December 29, 2011 | Hopeful, The Business of Catering, Virtual
As it happens, I have been back at the day job ever since Wednesday, listening the the monotonous drone of people dissatisfied with the outcome of Christmas and trying to drum up a little sympathy for the remnants of my cold. The evenings, however, have been reclaimed...