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The Rancid Heart of Professional Sport;

the X-factorisation of pop; the bankrupt soul of modern art; the death of the author. All this and more. Some other day. (Though do watch Roy Keane on Ireland). For now, a recipe: Olde English Apple and Pear Pie It’s … Continue reading

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Lobby

Lancashire Hot Pot is a famous dish, a family meal made in a single vessel, invented by the poorly-paid working classes, put in the oven to cook all day while they went out to work, ready to eat on return … Continue reading

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For mash get Smash, and the sugar butty

What’s not commonly known that Smash granules could be eaten raw, like peanuts. For a time I had a craze on this, as an alternative between-meal snack to cubes of Rowntree’s jelly. Brother Bumble was addicted to Smash in this … Continue reading

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Salad days

Thanks to all who have attempted to help me with the linking. It’ll be link mania from here on in. Meanwhile, my friend Mark Eltrinhgham, also known as ‘grey_man’, a fellow Stoke fan and middle-class nouveau pom-pom Chablis-swiller like me, … Continue reading

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Findus crispy pancakes

Last night’s dancing was mesmerising. Mesmerising in a sixth-form production, they’ve certainly got a bit of front type-way, with added lap dancing routines, which was some small compensation. It lasted about an hour (though it seemed longer), and then there … Continue reading

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Potteries paella

Where the **** are we going to find an Aubergine? cont… I didn’t always used to be such a food snob. Graham’s supper took me back to High School. At lunch time in our final year, my first girlfriend and … Continue reading

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Where the **** are we going to find an Aubergine?

A friend on a football messageboard tells me he just cooked, ‘pan fried wild mallard with pancetta and porcini, with a game and Marsala jus and seasonal vegetables.’ And this from a Huddersfield Town fan; the world has changed. A … Continue reading

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