In an attempt to prove that there's more to life than O&M, McMurdo has begun a little moonlighting. Loyd Grossman should watch his back, there's a new kid on the block - McMurdo has landed himself a place on Canary Wharf's local glossie mag, Canary Magazine, as its restaurant critic.
Those who know him, however, are baulking at the prospect, as positive comments are rarely emitted from the lips of McMurdo. His dour manner has inspired many a nickname, among them Laughing Lindsay and Eeyore.
So his new job is good for journalists, who can now expect mincing service from exclusive eateries but, given his propensity to see the dark side, it might not be such good news for the eateries.
Lindsay "Chuckles" McMurdo, a former hack, is a good writer, so no doubt he is lining up a long list of adjectives to describe his numerous dining experiences: lumpy, indifferent, inedible ...
Using all our journalistic know-how, Diary has managed to sneak a peak at a copy of McMurdo's latest critique. Here's a snippet: "The starter was thoroughly underwhelming and when the lobster thermidor arrived I was insulted by the carelessness of its slipshod presentation. While it's true that the creme brulee may have been impressively sweet and creamy, this was certainly not enough to prevent the black clouds from descending on my mind. To be honest, the shallowness of the whole experience has hit me hard, and I'm now left languishing in a pit of existential despair from which I may never emerge." Bon appetit, Lindsay.