Dinner tonight?

[Sir C]

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'.

I hope they lynch the ****.

[Luis Anaconda]

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

Lovely - what time do you want me to come round?

[Sir C]

Lovely - what time do you want me to come round?

I think my chicken gravy is better than KFC's. It always begins with a good bed of mirepoix under the bird as it roasts, moistened by a good splash of wine. Each week the theme of the gravy is determined by the herbs left over from the weekend's meals; we might enjoy the earthiness of a thyme gravy, or the faint whiff of the glamour of travel in a background hint of coriander and ginger, even the spring freshness of mint might appear. Either way, this juice will be full-bodied, rich and thick enogh to stand your spoon up in.

[Burney]

I think my chicken gravy is better than KFC's. It always begins with a good bed of mirepoix under the bird as it roasts, moistened by a good splash of wine. Each week the theme of the gravy is determined by the herbs left over from the weekend's meals; we might enjoy the earthiness of a thyme gravy, or the faint whiff of the glamour of travel in a background hint of coriander and ginger, even the spring freshness of mint might appear. Either way, this juice will be full-bodied, rich and thick enogh to stand your spoon up in.

Coriander and ginger? In gravy?!

That's it. I'm calling the immigration services. You have clearly obtained your British passport under false pretences.

[Sir C]

Coriander and ginger? In gravy?!

That's it. I'm calling the immigration services. You have clearly obtained your British passport under false pretences.

No more than the faintest whiff. Eating the gravy is like the vague memory of a journey to exotic climes, all dressed up in stout trencherman fayre.

It's fusion but in a good way.

[Burney]

No more than the faintest whiff. Eating the gravy is like the vague memory of a journey to exotic climes, all dressed up in stout trencherman fayre.

It's fusion but in a good way.

Exoticism has no place in gravy, sir!

[PSRB]

Coriander and ginger? In gravy?!

That's it. I'm calling the immigration services. You have clearly obtained your British passport under false pretences.

It must be this new-fangled sense of smell that's recently returned

[Burney]

It must be this new-fangled sense of smell that's recently returned

You're right, of course. The poor fecker has no idea what he's doing. He's like a man released from prison, exercising his libido with little regard for propriety, decorum or good taste.

We must pray that, with time, he learns the error of his ways.