Hangover Breakfasts !
Posted by: Berlin Fritz on 08 June 2005
Having recently crawled out of my dole scroungers scratcher after last nights impromptu celebrations for the successful completion of my favourite barmaid's Vetenary Examinations (with honours) in the form of many cases of rather nice Fizz +, I contemplated breakfast (or Bigfat as they say in Thailand ) to ease my acheing bonce. In a fit of pure bravado I managed to fly down the four flights of stairs that run up to my penthouse and get me some fresh (still warm) baguettes and the latest edition of my local time out rag. The stress of it all, and it being so bloody early too, not even one o'clock yet.
Got the freshly (hand) made sausages (or shoshages as my young friends daughter used to call them in a lovely Berlin/Glasgow accent) fried them up in Cretian Olive oil (yes Jon the very same., wotta memory eh ?) and local spring onions (or thonions as they say in Tholdham) and put them into afore-mentioned Parisien sandwich ( I sound like bleedin Clement Fraud innit) with fresh crispy Italian field lettuce. Kerrygold butter, thinly sliced spring onions & Thai chille sauce of which I fear I've become addicted to of late,Oh and a slice or two of mature Gouda for roughage. I NEVER drink before 12:00 (unless on a non stopper/rare these days as everybody goes home so boringly early) and also never before eating something substantial like an olive or cashew nut. Yes ! I cracked open an ice cold bottle of Holsten, as I'm bored with Bud at present (too much of a good thing makes Fritz a boring git ?) and gulped it doon with the gastronomic masterpiece swiftly following. After watching some brilliant old New Statesman episodes recently, it was naturally a delight, as well as rather good timing on my part to watch Prime Minister's Question time live on tv during this meagre feast.
I was impressed (not lightly) with The Ravarant Ian Paisley's question to Our Tone regarding the selling of Stormont and its gardens to dewelopers (Prescott wants to build affordable houses there apparently ?) I bet our Man from Münich and others; must have been exceptionally prood of him, innit (not that he'll ever speak in Parliament again though, Oh No). Yes those Democaratically elected MP's from NI ( Via PR) who will not swear allegiance to her Maj, and therefore cannie sit, should maybe change their tack, mind you with no mention of recent Northern Irish Elections, and the Mc Cartney sisters 'doing it for themselves', we can clearly see where the true priorities lie, can't we ?
Fritz Von I suppose I should write out some more Mac Donald's interview begging letters to earn my lowly crust, innit : By the way has anybody out there also suffered a hangover breakfast ? No I didn't thibnk you had, ceopt maybe Our Mat, but he's done everything, as his Journo pals have done everybody
Got the freshly (hand) made sausages (or shoshages as my young friends daughter used to call them in a lovely Berlin/Glasgow accent) fried them up in Cretian Olive oil (yes Jon the very same., wotta memory eh ?) and local spring onions (or thonions as they say in Tholdham) and put them into afore-mentioned Parisien sandwich ( I sound like bleedin Clement Fraud innit) with fresh crispy Italian field lettuce. Kerrygold butter, thinly sliced spring onions & Thai chille sauce of which I fear I've become addicted to of late,Oh and a slice or two of mature Gouda for roughage. I NEVER drink before 12:00 (unless on a non stopper/rare these days as everybody goes home so boringly early) and also never before eating something substantial like an olive or cashew nut. Yes ! I cracked open an ice cold bottle of Holsten, as I'm bored with Bud at present (too much of a good thing makes Fritz a boring git ?) and gulped it doon with the gastronomic masterpiece swiftly following. After watching some brilliant old New Statesman episodes recently, it was naturally a delight, as well as rather good timing on my part to watch Prime Minister's Question time live on tv during this meagre feast.
I was impressed (not lightly) with The Ravarant Ian Paisley's question to Our Tone regarding the selling of Stormont and its gardens to dewelopers (Prescott wants to build affordable houses there apparently ?) I bet our Man from Münich and others; must have been exceptionally prood of him, innit (not that he'll ever speak in Parliament again though, Oh No). Yes those Democaratically elected MP's from NI ( Via PR) who will not swear allegiance to her Maj, and therefore cannie sit, should maybe change their tack, mind you with no mention of recent Northern Irish Elections, and the Mc Cartney sisters 'doing it for themselves', we can clearly see where the true priorities lie, can't we ?
Fritz Von I suppose I should write out some more Mac Donald's interview begging letters to earn my lowly crust, innit : By the way has anybody out there also suffered a hangover breakfast ? No I didn't thibnk you had, ceopt maybe Our Mat, but he's done everything, as his Journo pals have done everybody
I didn't want to mention a nice fresh cripsy pork pie smothered in HP sauce (as the mustard was finished) and an ice cold pint of Normandy dry cider
I've just this minute recieved my dole paperwork for the next 6 months (ie what I'll get) and they've actually given me a payrise of some 17 sovs a month, bloody brilliant that's a whole case of Bud and a kebab or two tee'boot
quote:Originally posted by Lomo:
Doesn't Rebus drink Irn Bru and he has a perpetual hangover.
The stuff is illegal in London, even though Tizer makes it, cos peole get agressive and rip up football pitches an stuff !
Barrs even:
quote:Originally posted by Berlin Fritz:
[..]fried them up in Cretian Olive oil (yes Jon the very same., wotta memory eh ?)
Impressive, Fritz, very impressive!
On the subject of which - I'm still smarting on missing out on a free bottle of the stuff!
Cheers,
Jon
What ! Absinthe ?
You get it down yer Son it'll do yer the wild of good
You get it down yer Son it'll do yer the wild of good
...and my "world" too I hope...
Seriously though, the problem in the UK is that olive oil you buy from supermarkets is generally imported from Italy. In Crete the biggest complaint is that Italians import their olive oil in bulk and then re-badge it as Italian olive oil. So you never know whether you're buying the genuine, and superior, Cretan variety or some Italian clone.
Wot a bummer
Cheers,
Jon
Seriously though, the problem in the UK is that olive oil you buy from supermarkets is generally imported from Italy. In Crete the biggest complaint is that Italians import their olive oil in bulk and then re-badge it as Italian olive oil. So you never know whether you're buying the genuine, and superior, Cretan variety or some Italian clone.
Wot a bummer
Cheers,
Jon
Hit a bubble gaff then Jon !
BBBrrrrp Jumping up & down on my stomach like royal corgies so they were 