My late business partner, Peter Matthews, was an entrepreneur with a carrot top, schoolboyish wit and extraordinary energy. Peter Matthews' parties were the stuff of legend, and he was forever getting embroiled in near-death yet life-affirming experiences that encouraged him to pursue ever more reckless behaviour. When he was reported dead in an accident abroad, one couldn't help but think he had faked his own demise in an attempt to evade the tax inspector. I imagine he is now residing under a variety of noms de plume. Being a ginger, he was partial to a bit of this cake, so this one is for Peter, wherever you are...