by Harry Wallop
I have measured out my life with coffee frothers. And teabag squeezers, egg poaching pods, banana guards and strawberry hullers. Where some men of my age dream of a Tesla Model Y or a model for their fourth wife, I dream of a Zyliss Easican electronic can opener — “one touch to start and stop” with a built-in magnet and a guarantee of no sharp edges.
I flick through the Lakeland catalogue with an indecent lust, admiring the curves on the Oxo Good Grips fat separator and the vital statistics of silicone stretch lids. In short, I am a kitchen gadget obsessive.
I can remember, in the days of just three television channels and milk going sour, Father Christmas giving me a
