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Post by motorist on Apr 6, 2009 19:44:46 GMT
It would be like a giant game of Jenga, where you try to nom the scotch eggs without the rest of the building collapsing  ..even if it did go n collapse on us it would be a good way to go.. death by scotch eggs whilst smashed to pieces on rum. its all i ever wanted. We could escape by nomming our way out. We might need our stomach pumped in the hospital later but it would be a good binge feast |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2009 19:46:36 GMT
it would. we should set the ball rolling for this scotch egg palace building post haste i will go get the forms for planning permission and source a decent scotch eggy supplier pronto.
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Post by Coffeepot on Apr 6, 2009 19:46:52 GMT
coffeeepot, was your grandad a scotch egg miner? that would be my dream job cept i reckon i would all the eggs what i harvested. I don't think so  Funnily enough I don't remember my Grandparents ever having a scotch egg.  |
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Post by Patrick on Apr 6, 2009 19:53:58 GMT
I'm not sure it's a 21st century phenomenon...look at Victorian Britain. The licensing laws were brought in in the early part of the 20th century to stop people drinking all day and not working. Indeed. There are chronicles going back to the 1600's and beyond that tell of European visitors who are shocked at the drunken antics of the Britons. Chaucer even - with his tales of "drunkenesse and debaucherie" |
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Post by Patrick on Apr 6, 2009 19:57:47 GMT
You can get shortages of Scotch Eggs in the Winter time y'know!
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Post by Patrick on Apr 6, 2009 19:59:06 GMT
My Great Grandad was a miner, they used to leave the pit and go straight to the pub. They'd stay and drink until a family member fetched them home for their meal - no-one really wanted to go in and get them! Not Paul Morel by any chance? ;D |
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Post by Coffeepot on Apr 7, 2009 19:16:32 GMT
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