They call it Sunday lunch. You have to be down early. There’s nothing left after 3. I learned that the hard way. It’s a bank holiday here this weekend
A Sunday lunch that’s right. And a fish supper or “fish sup” on a Friday night, which means fish and chips. They do unbelievable chippers there in working class areas.
They’d call what we call a dinner “the tea” during the week. I couldn’t get my head around that for a long time. And they call desert “pudding” that took a bit of getting used to aswell.
Mercifully you got the hang of it. No fear of you starving anyhow.
They’d always ask me what I’d be having for the tea. I’d say a ham sandwich or a biscuit.
That a lovely floor.
Yorkshire pudding is fierce disappointing tack.
Battered chips?
Curry sauce is exceptional
It really is. Looks like it will be delicious but it’s fierce gloopy auld shite. No wonder it never caught on anywhere else. The bread sauce clique are probably mad for it.
That box is hardly recyclable is it? The Brits don’t give a shite about the planet on general. Very selfish in that regard.
The Oirish like a good roast as much as anyone else but we knew the craic when it came to Yorkshire puds.
It’s a load of shite
They think a Yorkshire pudding is the height of sophistication in some parts of England.
Loading up a side plate like a pure roaster … are you not in Spain presently?
And you’re a jealous corner boy cunt
Where’s the Iberico kid? — what’s the red - Rioja or Ribera? - I loves a good Ribera so i does