Dinner tonight?

[Sir C]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

[Burney]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

Wife's away. I'm thinking I'll make Hong Shau Rou*.









*Obviously, this won't happen.

[Sir C]

Wife's away. I'm thinking I'll make Hong Shau Rou*.









*Obviously, this won't happen.

But you must! Why wouldn't you? Assuming you have the belly in the fridge?

Otherwise, it's kebab town all the way.

[Burney]

But you must! Why wouldn't you? Assuming you have the belly in the fridge?

Otherwise, it's kebab town all the way.

There's just no point cooking for oneself, though, is there? It's a lot of effort and the only person one can impress is oneself.

Perhaps I'll save my pork for when the wife gets home.

[Sir C]

There's just no point cooking for oneself, though, is there? It's a lot of effort and the only person one can impress is oneself.

Perhaps I'll save my pork for when the wife gets home.

I often eat a whole belly when the glw is away, for she favours not the fat pork. I say 'a whole belly', I mean one of they little joints, 700 grams or so. I suppose that's still quite a lot.

The joy of cooking for oneself is that one acn eat what one will; pork belly with chips, gravy and bread and butter, a couple of eggs on the side, that sort of thing. The sortt of meal up with which the glw simply wouldn't put.

[Burney]

I often eat a whole belly when the glw is away, for she favours not the fat pork. I say 'a whole belly', I mean one of they little joints, 700 grams or so. I suppose that's still quite a lot.

The joy of cooking for oneself is that one acn eat what one will; pork belly with chips, gravy and bread and butter, a couple of eggs on the side, that sort of thing. The sortt of meal up with which the glw simply wouldn't put.

Yes, there is that. Maybe I'll have egg, beans and chips again. With a couple of slices of buttered white.

[Monty92]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

Berenjak tomorrow

I'm going out in STYLE, baby!11111!!!!!!

[Burney]

Berenjak tomorrow

I'm going out in STYLE, baby!11111!!!!!!

I like the way you're treating moving out of London as though you're about to expire.


I'm very much looking forward to your updates on what it's like living in the sticks surrounded by stolid, Middle-England types.

[Sir C]

Berenjak tomorrow

I'm going out in STYLE, baby!11111!!!!!!

Oh those Iranians will love it when you walk in.

[Burney]

Oh those Iranians will love it when you walk in.

I think there's a terrible, fish-out-of-water Radio 4 sitcom to be had from the experiences of a North London Jew among the yeoman types. It could be called 'Goys Will Be Goys'.