We’re now about half way through the Great British Bake Off. I’m obsessed. My mum asked me last week if she reckoned the show had actually encouraged people to don their aprons and get into their kitchens. Well, just this morning, I witnessed a proper East End geezer arguing with the girl behind the counter at the Brick Lane bagel shop about how to make the best puff pastry for croissants. True story! If that’s not a sign that London has gone baking mad, I don’t know what is.