I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts...

'Ave a banana. Oy!

'E's 'avin' a great cockerny knees up squire. Apples and pairs, dog an bone, an' all tha-T.

Yep, today I'm in London (metaphorically of course) down the Old Kent Road and doing the Lambeth Walk. Oy!

I'll stop saying Oy now, you'll be glad to hear.

My old commie mother (who I may have mentioned a few times) is actually a Londoner. Her family are from Willesden and are by any reckoning a right dodgy bunch of thugs. According to family legend, my grandmother (who is still alive after 90 odd years, two bouts of cancer, a stomach removal, several other ops etc.) once threw a policeman down a flight of stairs. He had come after complaints about her children running riot in the streets and assaulting other locals. Apparently he was too frightened to climb back up and arrest her, and ran away to harrass somebody less fearsome - wise chap I say, unless he was wearing full plate armour, riding a charger and carrying a lance and sword^*.

Anyway, today's dinner is an old family favourite from 'The Smoke'. This is about the only dish my mum ever cooked well (apart from spotted dick which is her real forté) and when I was a nipper, I was always mightily cheered to find out that we were having this for dinner.

In true London style it is essential to have this with some buttered sliced bread, loads of brown sauce and either a giant mug of tea or a pint of beer. I opted for the latter and would recommend you do likewise.

Now, who's for a trip down the boozer? Oy!

^* Only St. George can harm my grandmother.


Cake Blog

A One Eyed Mr Happy Cake: From M&S. One of his eyes fell off and he was staring at me most menacingly. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. No I didn't, I ate him with a cup of coffee at morning coffee break in the staff room.


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