Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:15 pm  

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

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:27 pm  

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 ?

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 12:07 am  

2 dozen raw eggs and 2 pints of raw oysters (separately of course)

Both events witnessed by members of this here forum

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:30 am  

Once ate Rat in Panama City (found out what it was after I complimented the street vendor on his cooking skills).

Tried snake (tasty) in Philippines.

Topping it off tonight though, the wife is cooking a strogonoff

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 1:55 pm  

Ate a live cockroach - big one as well. Tasted like, well, a live cockroach really.

[Karen]

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 1:56 pm  

cod'ead wrote:

2 dozen raw eggs and 2 pints of raw oysters (separately of course)

Both events witnessed by members of this here forum

Oh yes, still have no idea how you did that!!!

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:25 pm  

Duck tongues

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:05 pm  

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.

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:03 pm  

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. 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. Quite like the sound of that.

Re: Celeb , get me out of here , Freddie Starr : Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:13 pm  

Steve-O wrote:

Duck tongues

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.