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Firstly, if any of you are racist then fuck off. I’m generally desperate for followers – desperation goes with the territory of being a blogger, but if you are racist then you simply don’t deserve my blog. Fuck off and block me. Same goes for anyone not racist that thinks …
Tapping The Admiral…in Kentish Town…a place that is many miles away from where I live. I see your stasi eyebrows raised wondering whether I have gone full on Dominic Cummings. Welcome to the inaugural Roast Dinners In London Delivered To Lord Gravy review. My most regular accomplice took pity on …
Ahhh Sainsburys. We used to have a bit of a customer-corporate love affair back before Theresa May became Prime Minister. I’d write to them and express my love for them such as: Dear Sainsbury’s.It’s been a while. I just wanted to drop you a note to say how happy I …
It happened. I moaned about it for ages and it finally happened. No I’m not talking about Brexit, but about the lack of roast dinners available in Harrow, or anything that isn’t trashy food for basic types. This week, I ordered a roast dinner from Cafe Express on Uber Eats. …
I needed a roast dinner. So given the limited opportunities available to me, I went to Morrisons. Actually that isn’t really true. I didn’t need a roast dinner. But I did feel some compulsion and desire to write a review of a roast dinner – and I know that you …
You know when you have a really great idea, normally after copious amounts of alcohol and drugs? Like snorting dried bleach…or even running a Roast Dinner Competition. Then you decide to go ahead with the idea, and tell everyone. And then you realise that you haven’t got any idea how …
Funny how life has changed, isn’t it? Two months ago we were all making copious travel plans from our addiction to the multitude of talented influencers on Instagrim – now we are all desperately trying to find photographic evidence of people being less than two metres apart so we can …
Saturday night and I like the way you roast, unprecedented. Don’t look at me like that. My blog, my life, my lockdown and I will do what the unprecedented fuck I want, thank you. If I want to cook a roast dinner on a Saturday night, I shall do. I …
Do I have a teleport? Do I have a time machine? How on earth do I have a roast dinner review of McMullen’s Irish Pub in Las Vegas? Which is not part of London, FYI. Oh for fuck’s sake, since when did anybody take what I write seriously? This blog …
Everything is cancelled. The world has stopped. But I’m still going around, around a round round round to Rotunda in King’s Cross. Sigh. This might be the last review for some time but hopefully I’ll make your eyes roll enough to vaguely miss me. I’m almost a Brexit-free zone now, …
