Our friend who has his birthday on the same day as Jim is fond of English teatime and we have found a recipe book for him called Tea time with English recipes in French.
This might be an idea as a present for anyone with friends who have an interest in cooking, there are other books with English recipes in French.
Barons Court!
Ditto, Stella!
Including teaching him how to cook and especially how he iron which he actually likes doing!
Mornington Crescent. 
Well, that’s one way to play it. Of course, most of us like to wait until after the Northern Line reset before declaring Mornington Crescent, but hey, rules are apparently just a suggestion to you 
I am applying Tompkinson’s Gambit with the Sverdlov Modification, as you well know. 
Sneaky, but I’ll give it to you. 
Yes but, with Sunbury in pog the move is automatically anulled. Podborsky tried that move in the 1976 final and was disqualified.
Unless the rules have changed or there is a dispensation of course.
The recent biopic wasn’t bad (even the early Surrealist group picnic scene was partially remedied by fun identifying artists from the actors’ resemblance to them.
The catalogue would be the next best thing to a visit, and of course, small b/w photos are one of the artforms best suited to viewing in repro.
One doesn’t need an excuse to visit Paris, but if one is needed….-
Edit: Hadn’t spotted @JaneJones’ earlier link.
Not when the moon is in Aquarius, as it currently is. That brings in von Schmetterling’s Amendment and an automatic diversion via King’s Cross.
That’s easy for you to say !
Some deserts that I had as a child deserve to be extinct. We often had steamed suet on a Sunday. On the following day it was fried and served with liberal amounts of sugar on top…
On the other hand I would save Birds custard from extinction (egg-free imitation custard powder) which faces competition from the ready made stuff.
And I can’t wait to tuck into Christmas pudding again.
@Ken_Barker Ganges mud, boiled baby, dead man’s leg: all puddings at the prep school I went to as a tiny child. Foxes’ tail was savoury.
T’was just yesterday I was waxing lyrical to a DK pal about the beauty of Britain.
I’ve been watching ‘Gone Fishing’ on iPlayer. Bob Mortimor and Paul Whitehouse, comedy turns on the telly - so I’m led to believe - go fishing all over Britain.
There’s 8 series of 6 episodes of this. The 'B’roll footage of each episode is just meltingly beautiful, from Wensleydale, which I fished whilst my papa was serving at Catterick, to the sainted Test, accessible only ‘to those earning the salary of a High Cout Judge’ unless you’re booked in via the BBC. [The Wylye, another of the great southern chalk streams, requires £3k to join and £3k p.a. annual dibs - £6k year one!]
The salmon rivers of Scotland, the meandering streams of Essex and Notts - all these set in the most idyllic countryside.
A recommendation if you choose to watch these programmes. I turn the sound off for the ‘B’ roll landscape and cut-aways, fast forward the excessive twitterings of Mortimor [sepecially] and Whitehouse and watch in ‘real time’ the fishing.
But then, I’ve been an angler since I was 5 y.o. - 71 years. I can do without the ‘comedic’ ramblings of Mortimor, whilst he fails to pay attention to his fishing.
Frog spawn? Road tar? This was some sort of black treacly stuff on a short crust pasty base. It was so sweet as to be uneatable. We used to shovel it under the dining table onto the ledges which would otherwise have the held the extensions of the dining table, when reduced - which it never was.
Have managed to erase most of those memories, but unfortunately still remember custard being known as ‘pus’.
I enjoyed most of the school dinners, especially the suet puddings, spotted dick & custard was a favourite, jam rolly polly etc, wasn’t that keen on frogs spawn but loved the hot strawberry jam that came with it. There was something we called camel, even today, I can not imagine what this was, it had breadcrumbs around it, it could have been some tasteless fish or veal? Maybe it was a slice of camel?
Something mundane that I didn’t ever pay any attention to in the UK but which I’ve now got a hankering for is soft bread rolls (aka baps or cobs or barms or batches).
Perhaps I should try making them one day.
Fried spam slices?
