Places like Patisserie Valerie are always disappointing. The cakes look impeccable, they ooze class and care, that first bite is going to be mind blowing... and then the reality sets in. It's all show. Fur coats sans undergarments, the taste never matches up to the appearance. You don't get that with a proper British cake though, do you? No, son, your British cake'll - sniff - do you proud every time. That's why I'm welling up as I give you Simple (British) Pleasure Number 10: a homemade Victoria Sponge. And Gawd bless 'em, everyone.