Paul Cannell
Well-known member
I'm going for olives and gherkins.
Glen at the Blackbird tells me he's spent the waste weeks of the summer curating an eye-watering collation of hors d'oeuvres and I for one am looking forward to enjoying pink olives from the slopes of Mt. Ida and invoking the Trojan spirit of defiance with my pints of vitamin G. For those who prefer Fosters, the 'Bird recommends Spreewald gherkins, hardy survivors from Brandenburg in the former German Democratic Republic, perfect, my waitress told me, for cocking a snook at brexiteers.
I don't think I'll be eating canapes in Sunderland, somehow. But never mind, there's always the 'Bird.
Glen at the Blackbird tells me he's spent the waste weeks of the summer curating an eye-watering collation of hors d'oeuvres and I for one am looking forward to enjoying pink olives from the slopes of Mt. Ida and invoking the Trojan spirit of defiance with my pints of vitamin G. For those who prefer Fosters, the 'Bird recommends Spreewald gherkins, hardy survivors from Brandenburg in the former German Democratic Republic, perfect, my waitress told me, for cocking a snook at brexiteers.
I don't think I'll be eating canapes in Sunderland, somehow. But never mind, there's always the 'Bird.