Well...
as my Sunday morning nibble of choice (Wotsits) went down with the speed of
a train on the Bakerloo line heading South for Waterloo.
I started reading one of my many 'loves' -
Jay Rayner
'The happy eater'
column in the Food Monthly.
If you haven't already, nip out and get a copy of this Sunday's Observer...
before they get gobbled up.
I nearly choked on my glass of rose
(remind me one day to post a picture of my
empties lamp collection)
That man is a my sort of a bloke.
Must say though, on Masterchef this last week my heart missed a beat when he offered to make an honest lad of one of the contestants.
Oh no, don't say I have to add him to my many gay loves?"
Should I now give you an idea of the main thrust of his article?
Or leave you to see for yourselves?
Well I would...
however I just have to nip downstairs and trough my luncheon.
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Wotsits and rose, you really are a posh bird aren't you?!
ReplyDeleteSalt and vinegar crisps with a pickled egg sort of a broad - me. LLX
ReplyDeleteRighto LL. That's me and you arranging a trough with Jay. And his mum was lovely which is probably why he is. mxxxx
ReplyDeleteWotsits? My DEAR. Quavers, surely?
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more... Claire was a delight. At her memorial
ReplyDelete'Now with Wings' concert, one of the guests said, she was as mad a a box of frogs. I would just love to be remembered in that way.
Quavers? Thought you had more style and panache (or do I mean ganache?) Maggie LLX.
I'm offended. Quavers at least don't make yer mooth sook in…..
ReplyDeleteA box of frogs? A whole houseful you are, LL.
mxx