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Just to avoid confusion Starbug is the username of Steven Pike
SOMEBODY SAID that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Firstly , in IAC,GMOOH Fashion , what's the worst , strangest thing you've ever eaten ?
Mine is pigs brains , from a spit roasted pig
And secondly , who's ever seem Freddie live , I watched him at Talk Of The North about 25 years ago , he started by walking across the stage singing , then went straight off the end , set the tone for the whole night , I spent most of the night in tears of laughter
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I saw Freddie Starr live in his own show at Paignton in 1978, his warm up act was Roy Walker later of "Catchphrase" fame, both were very good indeed live and it was Mr Starr's act that persuaded me that I could have a go at stand-up comedy a few nights later in a drunken haze - its awful, truly awful when people don't laugh and you've just given them your best joke and if you're doing stand-up you really don't want to be in a position where you're looking for the exits after just 30 seconds, god I still cringe at the memory.
I've eaten offal in pubs when inebriated, tripe, cows udder, have eaten daffodils in a pub too they were quite nice actually, and lard, I've eaten lard in a pub contest - you can see why I don't drink now can't you ?
Advice is what we seek when we already know the answer - but wish we didn't
I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full-frontal lobotomy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ kirkstaller wrote: "All DNA shows is that we have a common creator."
cod'ead wrote: "I have just snotted weissbier all over my keyboard & screen"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin." - Aneurin Bevan
'when my life is over, the thing which will have given me greatest pride is that I was first to plunge into the sea, swimming freely underwater without any connection to the terrestrial world'
Black 'n' White's Best Female 2006 & Runner Up 2007 & 2008 "We will not accept a top eight finish as a barometer of supposed success at any point in the future whilst I am the owner of this club", A Pearson 23/09/2011
Advice is what we seek when we already know the answer - but wish we didn't
I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full-frontal lobotomy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ kirkstaller wrote: "All DNA shows is that we have a common creator."
cod'ead wrote: "I have just snotted weissbier all over my keyboard & screen"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin." - Aneurin Bevan
Back in the days when trucks used to exhibit at The Motor Show, during one two-week stint, a group of about 20 of us headed into Birmingham's Chinatown one night for dinner. If you're ever in a large party, rather than pick from the menu, the simplest method is to grab the maitre d' and tell him to just bring food, working to a set price per head (£30 excluding drinks in this case). Although me and another guy did order a special with our dim sum.
All these plates started arriving and everyone was tucking in, when a steamer basket arrived in front of Mike & I. The lids were lifted and there stood four steamed duck's feet. As we were tucking in one lad, Nigel, kept looking over at us. When I asked if everything was OK, he asked if they were really duck's feet. When I nodded the affirmative, he expressed his disgust at our cruelty for eating the feet of a duck. I still don't know whether he had this picture of footless ducks, hobbling around a farmyard on crutches.
On holiday in Kenya in 1990, I went walkabout around Malindi one afternoon. I walked into a breeze-block hut, about the size of a domestic garage, that had "BAR" scrawled on the side of it. By the light of the single 40 watt bulb, dangling from the middle of the ceiling, I could just make out the bar and the concrete reinforcing wire that separated it from the clientele. I ordered my bottle of Tusker. As I sipped my beer I heard a voice from the corner calling me over and there sat one of the fattest Kenyan's I'd ever seen. A wandered across and sat at the chair he indicated. He asked if I would join him for lunch, so I agreed. He jabbered something in Swahili and shortly one of his daughters appeared with two plates and two forks. One plate held a steaming pile of boiled rice, the other meat in a sauce. I could see there were definitely three different meats and the sauce was lightly curried. When we'd finished he started laughing and when I asked why the laughter, he responded with: "do you like snake, crocodile & monkey?" I'm still not sure if they were what he said but they were deliciously tender and beautifully cooked.
The one food I'm glad my self-preservation system kicked-in on and I managed to avoid was kokoretsi. I don't eat offal and this thing was a goat-guts overload.
Back in the days when trucks used to exhibit at The Motor Show, during one two-week stint, a group of about 20 of us headed into Birmingham's Chinatown one night for dinner. If you're ever in a large party, rather than pick from the menu, the simplest method is to grab the maitre d' and tell him to just bring food, working to a set price per head (£30 excluding drinks in this case). Although me and another guy did order a special with our dim sum.
All these plates started arriving and everyone was tucking in, when a steamer basket arrived in front of Mike & I. The lids were lifted and there stood four steamed duck's feet. As we were tucking in one lad, Nigel, kept looking over at us. When I asked if everything was OK, he asked if they were really duck's feet. When I nodded the affirmative, he expressed his disgust at our cruelty for eating the feet of a duck. I still don't know whether he had this picture of footless ducks, hobbling around a farmyard on crutches.
On holiday in Kenya in 1990, I went walkabout around Malindi one afternoon. I walked into a breeze-block hut, about the size of a domestic garage, that had "BAR" scrawled on the side of it. By the light of the single 40 watt bulb, dangling from the middle of the ceiling, I could just make out the bar and the concrete reinforcing wire that separated it from the clientele. I ordered my bottle of Tusker. As I sipped my beer I heard a voice from the corner calling me over and there sat one of the fattest Kenyan's I'd ever seen. A wandered across and sat at the chair he indicated. He asked if I would join him for lunch, so I agreed. He jabbered something in Swahili and shortly one of his daughters appeared with two plates and two forks. One plate held a steaming pile of boiled rice, the other meat in a sauce. I could see there were definitely three different meats and the sauce was lightly curried. When we'd finished he started laughing and when I asked why the laughter, he responded with: "do you like snake, crocodile & monkey?" I'm still not sure if they were what he said but they were deliciously tender and beautifully cooked.
The one food I'm glad my self-preservation system kicked-in on and I managed to avoid was kokoretsi. I don't eat offal and this thing was a goat-guts overload.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle.
The one food I'm glad my self-preservation system kicked-in on and I managed to avoid was kokoretsi. I don't eat offal and this thing was a goat-guts overload.
Quite like the sound of that.
cod'ead wrote:
The one food I'm glad my self-preservation system kicked-in on and I managed to avoid was kokoretsi. I don't eat offal and this thing was a goat-guts overload.
They are horrible. Deep fried with the bone in? My mate had a plate of those while I ordered the crispy chile chicken in a resteraunt in Shanghai. We both tried a couple and then we shared the chicken.
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