'There's many a slip twixt cup and lip,' we're told by people in the know. And they're right too. Only today I coated my four-day-old stubble (readying myself for the United Nations' officially-designated 'Year of Looking Grizzled') in globules of hot cup-a-soup by dint of a mis-timed lower lip stretch. I wouldn't have minded but it was my favourite flavour, 'Serbian neo-hedonist' ...