On failing to procure a Filipino Bok Spring Hog from my local BushMeat butcher (..if I'd wanted a Chimpanzee hand or Hippo' tail I'd be smiling) I was at a bit o a loss as to what to do w my saturday...
I eventually went for a walk round the park across the road where I then had the thought to help mself to 1 or 2 o the resident water fouls..Swan-neck soup sounded good- but then remembered that I'd be up for all sorts o hassles (not least the cleaning of myself after the inevitable mad scramble to bag the beast)...but because the Queen owns ALL the Swans in the UK !
I do not wish to cast dispersions on people but fuck- theres 1 thing to be a free-loading figurehead (supposedly) appointed by god to rule over, then look down upon us but its another to think that you can actually own a wild bird.. the sheer gaul of it.
I abandonned the Swan/duck/coot rustling idea n went into nearby art centre to defrost a bit.. n low n behold found new n truely inspiring help in the form of a cook book entitled First- Peel The Otter (John Henry Dixon)..
So far its piss easy to follow (being an Xchef n all) - 1st dish is Alphabet soup (ingredients are 1x Scabble set & 2pints stock), Cigarette Soup n Thrush beaks on toast are 2 other noteable entries.
Suddenly I feel ready to pass the mile-stone in my life that is holding a dinner party @ my place...as for my mates, who all live fkin miles away, theres even a recipe for them- Kipper Suprise (ingredients: 2 Kippers, 1 jiffy bag, 1 stamp).
..superb..
I eventually went for a walk round the park across the road where I then had the thought to help mself to 1 or 2 o the resident water fouls..Swan-neck soup sounded good- but then remembered that I'd be up for all sorts o hassles (not least the cleaning of myself after the inevitable mad scramble to bag the beast)...but because the Queen owns ALL the Swans in the UK !
I do not wish to cast dispersions on people but fuck- theres 1 thing to be a free-loading figurehead (supposedly) appointed by god to rule over, then look down upon us but its another to think that you can actually own a wild bird.. the sheer gaul of it.
I abandonned the Swan/duck/coot rustling idea n went into nearby art centre to defrost a bit.. n low n behold found new n truely inspiring help in the form of a cook book entitled First- Peel The Otter (John Henry Dixon)..
So far its piss easy to follow (being an Xchef n all) - 1st dish is Alphabet soup (ingredients are 1x Scabble set & 2pints stock), Cigarette Soup n Thrush beaks on toast are 2 other noteable entries.
Suddenly I feel ready to pass the mile-stone in my life that is holding a dinner party @ my place...as for my mates, who all live fkin miles away, theres even a recipe for them- Kipper Suprise (ingredients: 2 Kippers, 1 jiffy bag, 1 stamp).
..superb..
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Fucken blue-nose cnts! Man, I started to watch it on Fox last night at about 11pm thinking that it'd be worth losing the sleep to see the Reds play live again for the first time in years... After the second goal I turned it off and slowly fell into a deeply troubled sleep... Bastards were all over us like a virus. AIDS, probably. Almost as annoying is that Heskey is playing better than he ever did at Anfield, fucker. Oh well.
I remember the green peppercorns, now! I think you did put some brandy in, too, but wouldn't swear on it :|
More fool the man for just saying 'Millwall'. I mean, seriously, the team itself aint that bad but the supporters are a bunch of thugs. What did he expect? Shoulda said he was from South Norwood or somewhere equally as innocuous. Does anyone actually hate Palace yet? What exactly is a 'headhunter'? Neo-Nazi? In that case, maybe he was asking for it?!