If I’m watching Das Boot, I want popping rivets and pallid, sweaty, straggly-bearded krauts you can virtually smell shouting ‘ALARM!’ while being depth charged. I don’t want chicks getting in the way.
Well don't watch it then.
Fúck me. Talk about a tough crowd.
Last night I tried to make pork balls. The porky centre was perfect but the batter just wasn't thick and bready enough.