Thanks Tim and Ade, since I hit a certain age I have found going fast no longer appeals that much on the road so yes you could say I did get a little gay
Sill love the thing though, very good car indeed. Must admit to looking at V6 exiges and Evoras on Pistonheads but with a little Booth on the way its just not the time to spend that sort of £££ on a mota sadly
Oh tommo, can I swap my cod to ribeye please?? I have had my head turned I might be the pov in the pork but my stomach still rules my head
Brilliant, fellas, this is how I read it now and how the King’s Head will read it
1, Thommo, venison pie
2, Phil_ Allan - Battered Cod
3, gp_fisher, venison pie.
4. 697OK - battered cod
5. ad_S - Braised Belly of Pork
6. SimonE - Battered Cod - tail end if poss
7. tim_marra + Sherman
8. paulf1965 - Smoked Haddock
9. Gav 21GG - cumberland sausage (if i can keep sherman away!)
10. SJW - Cod
11, Ishy, rib eye
12, Boothy, rib eye
13, Tony P, rib eye.
Well,this is taking catering to new heights . . . the King’s Head would like to know how you steak chompers want them cooked.
I’d have thought you could specify on arrival but such is their attention to detail, they’d like to know in advance . . .
So chaps, what’s it to be?
11, Ishy, rib eye
12, Boothy, rib eye
13, Tony P, rib eye
Showing your age there,…I had to look it up,…and I discovered:
In the 70s it was Hirondelle. In the 80s it was Piat d’Or. In the 90’s it was Jacob’s Creek.
Hirondelle is no longer produced. It has disappeared into the squiffy mists of time, along with flares and glam rock. It was an Italian white table wine masquerading under a French name. For supermarket customers - first time wine-drinkers whose dads still swore by Double Diamond - it was safe, but with a hint of sophistication. At £1.39 a bottle in 1979, it had the right economic bouquet, though a Good Food Guide survey that year rated it as no more than ‘acceptable’.
I’m a sad bugger, I know, but I think I aimed it just right for Simon. He’ll soon let us know, I’m sure.
Shouldn’t you be laying the table and clambering down the chimney so your ‘bread snatchers’ can enjoy Christmas instead of research arcane details of 1970s vino?