In Search Of Disappearing Pie & Mash
By Dave Thomas
December 2 2009
THE SUPPORTERS’ CLUB GO TO WEST ‘EM The last weekend trip we had was to Plymouth and the memories remain of mixing with the team in the hotel, bright sunshine, a cracking Blake goal, a 2 – 1 win, promotion thoughts back in our heads, and those never-to-be forgotten Cornish pasties.
A pal I was with had one in the town as a snack for lunch, and then two outside the ground from a pastymobile. He still talks about it. We still talk about him. Anybody who can eat three giant pasties in the space of an hour is seriously unusual. Some people can eat all day and never put an ounce on. He is one of them. My wife hates him. I love these trips and always check the itinerary to make sure it says “Full Breakfast.” Yep there it was for Saturday and Sunday morning. I sent off the cheque immediately. What is it about a big hotel breakfast? I guess it’s the plate-piled-high temptation; shall I have two eggs or one, scrambled or fried, (I like scrambled and put a big dollop on top of two slices of toast, buttered of course), then around the eggs and toast I pile up all the rest. But there are more decisions; how many rashers of bacon, two sausages or three, and a big helping of fried tomatoes. Oh, and the toast; toast for the scrambled eggs, and then toast with marmalade and a big pot of coffee. Mrs T always wants me to start with a bowl of fruit. Fruit is supposed to be good for you. Well, I’m 65 and usually avoid the stuff and seem to be OK without it. Tomato juice is the nearest I get, or fruit cake, or grapes – but with grapes I need cheese – and biscuits – and butter of course packed with delicious cholesterol. To read the full article please click on the link below; |
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I AM ARGUS
King of merge.
We ran him once at Warwick and the heavens opened while he was in the pre-parade ring. The lad took him into the saddling box and he bucked and kicked while being saddled up and had to be virtually dragged back out into the monsoon. In the race itself he just sulked, never tried at all and trailed in last.
The trainer said he was just the same on the gallops at home, if it was raining he didn't want to know.
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