Nope. But I was for 22 years. (I am 24) And I was in the north-west too (but not a scouser. My family are all scousers, but I was born in Blackburn so technically not a scouser)
I meant to say ‘Yep’
Heck. I have been drinking. who, in the imediate radius of one metre, cares?
Ok, for me its fresh white Hovis bread with egg and salad cream with a few chopped spring onions…this I can eat until Im full then eat a few more for good measure!
Seconded for the Xmas dinner sarnie: must have the crispy bacon, a bit of sausage, stuffing, mayo and cranberry as well as a bit of turkey. Maybe a bit of the gravy sprinkled over the bread before you start.
Thinly sliced rare beef with bearnaise sauce, roasted onions and rocket.
Freshly sliced (thinly) ham off the bone, with Keen’s cheddar and real ale pickle in a crisp warm roll.
And here’s a fun Friday poem to wash it all down with.
This is ‘Go To Bed With A Cheese And Pickle Sandwich’, by Mandy Coe.
Go to bed with a cheese and pickle sandwich.
It is life enhancing.
It doesn’t chat you up.
You have to make it.
A cheese and pickle sandwich
is never disappointing.
You don’t lie there thinking:
Am I too fat?
Too fertile?
Too insecure?
Your thoughts are clear,
your choices simple:
to cut it in half
or not to cut it in half,
how thin to slice the cheese
and where you should place the pickle.
From a cheese and pickle sandwich
you do not expect flowers,
poems and acts of adoration.
You expect what you get:
cheese… and pickle.
You want, you eat,
and afterwards you have eaten.
No lying awake resentful,
listening to it snore.
Safe snacks.
It comes recommended.
