Pie&Mash shop in the High Rd

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cretinousgoat

LEVY IN.
Haha

Been climbing for years. Used to do loads of actual rock climbing when I was a kid but by comparison to you and losing bottle the older you get, I no longer do that anymore because both physically and mentally I wouldn't be able to.

I now stick to plan old mountaineering and here again I avoid the really scary shit. Spending a week or two in the summer in the alps is my dream holiday, I get bored shitless sitting around a pool or beach.
You sound exactly like my friend Max. She’s a massive mountaineering / climbing fan and spends a fuck load of time in the alps.

Think she mentioned spending time in a place called chamonix (or something like that).

She did the Matterhorn a few years ago, I think. She’s fucking nuts for it.

Also she’s got great thighs. Really strong

:ledleylick:
 

Guido 🇺🇦

"Legacy Fan"
You sound exactly like my friend Max. She’s a massive mountaineering / climbing fan and spends a fuck load of time in the alps.

Think she mentioned spending time in a place called chamonix (or something like that).

She did the Matterhorn a few years ago, I think. She’s fucking nuts for it.

Also she’s got great thighs. Really strong

:ledleylick:
Chamonix is the mecca for climbing in the Alps, especially if you're a Brit but very busy, tend to avoid in my older years.

Nice thighs you say? Likes nuts you say? Do you have her number?

:levyeyes:
 

Mrs Perryman

Supporter
I'm a Cockney Malteser 👑
I even scrape that jelly stuff out of pork pies. I take the pork out, scrape the jelly off and put it back in again.

Yeah I know it’s borderline bonkers but that stuff is just weird and has no place in a pie.
Completely with you in that, it's why I don't like pork pies (my mum used to love them, and I would take her a supply whenever I used to go over to see her). The funny thing is, I love fruit jelly. 🤷‍♀️
 

Rodger

Looking down at Woolich again
Completely with you in that, it's why I don't like pork pies (my mum used to love them, and I would take her a supply whenever I used to go over to see her). The funny thing is, I love fruit jelly. 🤷‍♀️
Cold pork pie on a white plate, cut into small segments (the pie, not the plate), with a very large dollop of ketchup to dip into. Heaven. I'm a vegetarian, but I can still remember the good old days.
 

Guido 🇺🇦

"Legacy Fan"
That'll be stewed eels.
Love both Jellied and Stewed,but prefer the latter.
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I even scrape that jelly stuff out of pork pies. I take the pork out, scrape the jelly off and put it back in again.

Yeah I know it’s borderline bonkers but that stuff is just weird and has no place in a pie.
The pie pre-dates refrigeration & the jelly was a kind of Saran Wrap to keep the pie fresh for the working man who took the pie for his lunch.
 
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Haven't read the thread but the pie crust must be rock hard and the base must be soggy.
Liquor must look like frog spawn and be virtually tasteless.
#Delicious!!
 
Managed it 10 times yet?
Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac but I ate a dozen last night and only ten of them worked.
Great user name BTW.
For some reason I decided to google flaneur (Flâneur)


For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define.

The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito. The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just like the lover of the fair sex who builds up his family from all the beautiful women that he has ever found, or that are or are not—to be found; or the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas.

Thus the lover of universal life enters into the crowd as though it were an immense reservoir of electrical energy. Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life.


A load of bollocks, of course but if loafing is involved I'm all for it!
 

Rodger

Looking down at Woolich again
Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac but I ate a dozen last night and only ten of them worked.
Great user name BTW.
For some reason I decided to google flaneur (Flâneur)


For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define.

The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito. The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just like the lover of the fair sex who builds up his family from all the beautiful women that he has ever found, or that are or are not—to be found; or the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas.

Thus the lover of universal life enters into the crowd as though it were an immense reservoir of electrical energy. Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life.


A load of bollocks, of course but if loafing is involved I'm all for it!
Great jokes in your recent posts - I love one-liners.

As for 'Flaneur', the username has a special place in my heart, as I adopted it for my experiment on SC, to see how long it would take to get permanently banned. I'm so glad Admin Admin didn't bring in the '6 month' rule until I'd adopted it here, in hommage to my dear departed SC self.
Tart and Potartoe are okay, but they don't quite convey the sense of dilitante, wasteful, snotty arrogance, of slothful, aimless, wandering and self-appreciation that sums me up so well. Plus, the word's got flan in it - yum yum. 'Flaneur', or a variant of it, may persist for a while.

Back on topic - I wonder if they'll ever be doing flans in the Pie & Mash Shop? Really can't wait to sample their wares.
 
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