I've had a request from the glw.

[Burney]

tbf when "we" believe that we are eating the body of christ in communion, a bit of the old lamb is hardly going to make things much weirder

You keep your dirty heretic talk to yourself in Easter Week, la!

Mind you, I'll bet they're going mad for it down your way, aren't they? I've always found German Catholicism to be particularly visceral. Their paintings and statues of the crucified Christ would give you nightmares for weeks.

[Sir C]

You keep your dirty heretic talk to yourself in Easter Week, la!

Mind you, I'll bet they're going mad for it down your way, aren't they? I've always found German Catholicism to be particularly visceral. Their paintings and statues of the crucified Christ would give you nightmares for weeks.

I went to easter Sunday mass in Salzburg a couple of years ago. I must say, the German language is surprisingly well suited to the liturgy. It was rather a moving ceremony.

Then I went and gorged myself on the Stelze

[Burney]

I went to easter Sunday mass in Salzburg a couple of years ago. I must say, the German language is surprisingly well suited to the liturgy. It was rather a moving ceremony.

Then I went and gorged myself on the Stelze

You know what's not OK? Eisbein. Why would they turn what could have been a perfectly good Schweinhaxe into a gelatinous, fatty mess? Dirty Berlin bástards.

[Sir C]

You know what's not OK? Eisbein. Why would they turn what could have been a perfectly good Schweinhaxe into a gelatinous, fatty mess? Dirty Berlin bástards.

I had it once in a bar in Hamburg; it was late and I'd been driving all day and I was starving. They gave me this knuckle on a wooden platter with a sharp knife, a pot of mustard and a basket of rye bread, and I confess, my memory is of a magical experience.

I may just have been hungry, though.

I believe that on that same trip I was served rare fillet of hare for breakfast. Dirty German bástards.

[Burney]

I had it once in a bar in Hamburg; it was late and I'd been driving all day and I was starving. They gave me this knuckle on a wooden platter with a sharp knife, a pot of mustard and a basket of rye bread, and I confess, my memory is of a magical experience.

I may just have been hungry, though.

I believe that on that same trip I was served rare fillet of hare for breakfast. Dirty German bástards.

I suppose if one could just essentially turn it into a series of ham sandwiches it would be OK. When I had it I was in Hannover and with a German who insisted I have it. It was served with sauerkraut, boiled potatoes, mustard and something a bit like mushy peas. I picked at it politely, but watching this fúcker forking huge lumps of wobbly fat into his maw with every sign of lip-smacking enjoyment made me gag.

[Luis Anaconda]

You keep your dirty heretic talk to yourself in Easter Week, la!

Mind you, I'll bet they're going mad for it down your way, aren't they? I've always found German Catholicism to be particularly visceral. Their paintings and statues of the crucified Christ would give you nightmares for weeks.

Absolutely - no point doing these things half-heartedly. Besides, with all the religious days we basically get four day weeks for the next month and a half

[Burney]

Absolutely - no point doing these things half-heartedly. Besides, with all the religious days we basically get four day weeks for the next month and a half

Tell me this, la, have you had the Weisswurst*? And what do you make of it?



*Couldn't be arsed finding an Eszett