At least he could ride his bike. My arse was alwys killing me and I can never remember why.
Aye. You will recollect you tried the same excuse with the "bag of mixed herbs" business. But since you were allowed to prance about in a leather flying helmet and a pert little jerkin in a confined space with known pillow biters, its hardly surprising is it? That sort of carry on would never be permitted in Wavertree, where shirtlifters were routinely hunted down and killed, whereas Utting Avenue? Well .......
You talk a good fight missus, but I bet you secretly garnish your scouse with sun-dried tomatoes, and only use salt that's made from the evaporated tears of some rare Bolivian butterfly. Seen your type before - oh yes.
How very dare you (again). I've been posting on this board for four years and I've never been so insulted.
Just because one is skilled in the art of haute cuisine and knows one end of a sun dried tomato from another, does not mean that one would defile the sacred dish with an inappopriate garnish. Oh no dearie. Not me dearie. How very dare you.
Just because one has not just one but two. Two - I say again, threads dedicated to one's culinary arts, and specifically sources obscure products from all countries of the world (including, obviously, the dried tears of a rare Bolivian butterfly - which, incidentally, is now extinct on account of its reacting badly to having its tears extracted - but hey, I've got a really large jar of the stuff, so its not all doom and gloom is it?), does not mean that one would sprinkle inappropriate salt on the dish of our heritage when the traditional Saxa is freely available does it?
NO FUCKIN PEAS
add some celery its mingin but not in scouse.
Celery in scouse? I've never heard the like. Are you possessed by demons?
Although I do agree that one should never fuck peas. I think that would be very difficult anyway unless one had a very large pea, or unless several small peas were pureed or softened (as in the case of mushy peas) so they did not roll about and scatter all over the place on receipt of a thrust.
But then again, what if one was unable, on the sight of a helping of mushy peas, to suppress one's urges in a chipshop? Bad enough if the peas are in one's own order, (which I think would be an understandable cause for remark), but what if an innocent person, ordering a fish supper with mushy peas on the side, is innocently sprinkling salt and vinegar on their meal, when some total stranger trusts their knob into their dinner and sets to? It doesn't bear thinking about really, does it?