Street food

If you read the papers, then you'll be well aware that there's a real resurgence in the humble art of 'street food'. Oh yes. It's for the gent or lady who is just too busy to cook but doesn't want to sully the mouth with summat uneatable. In London everyone is on this shit. Most folk are dead busy juggling exercise, house buying and the 9-5 - as a result, there just ain't enough minutes in the day to get down to Tesco and do a weekly shop. It's impossible. The Guardian's top ten of transient, yet tasty urban street moments can be read here. 

In a bid to sample the treats of the 'street', we visited a local offie on a Sunday afternoon and stocked up on delights. It was a gourmet extravaganza at a bus stop in N16. All you need to recreate the magic our stomachs experienced (as seen in the accompanying images) is...

1 peperami
1 packet of Laughing Cow 
1 packet of cheese slices

Ideally you need to be deeply hungover and feeling in need of a little bit of culinary voodoo. Get a crow bar inside your imagination and ensure it's as gaping as possible. Then, when you feel the red mist descending, delve inside and just go with it - make your 'street tapas' at the bus stop. then board a mode of transport which is going over at least 24 speed bumps. This way the gut rot will really set in just as you get off. And you can go be sick in the gutter. Reap what you sow - it's a street food ting...

Goin' in... 

Pon ze back of the bus armed and dangerous

The Sheffield Egg

Savoury snacks are always big news round our way and the advent of the 'Sheffield Egg' made a big splash in our collective palette. Sheffield's PJ Taste are responsible for this divine piece of work - it's not just a Scotch Egg. Although based on the holy trinity of sausage meat, egg and breadcrumbs, it keeps tings fresh with a large glob of Hendo's relish and an injection of Yorkshire cheese. These welcome additions give it extra girth and mean it is well worth getting up inside the gob. Self-confessed foodie fun freaks! You need to reach on this one...  

Last days of employment avec Kipper the dog

I was made redundant in April. I've got over it and subsequently found a new job. But on the final day before the axe swung down and gave us a right large cut in the knackers (and the bank balance) I had the opportunity to take our CEO's dog for a walk. The dog's name is Kipper. What a mutt. What a job... 

RIP Donna Summer

T'other week news filtered through the wires that disco diva Donna Summer had unfortunately passed at the relatively young age of 63 - Surprising both not only because of her age but also due to the talk surrounding a possible performance at this year's Lovebox festival in London.

Her death has prompted much talk and a re-examination of her back catalogue. Perhaps one of the best tributes is that by Horse Meat Disco. It's tear-jerker.

RIP Donna...