Thanksgiving din dins

Thanksgiving is a date in the calendar which always passes me by without incident. But this year we were lucky enough to be invited to a very swanky gaff on Bermondsey Street to sit at a table and feast on loads of delicious fatty foods. It was marvelous and made incredibly funny by turning up slightly drunk and being subject to a snooty, slightly snotty lady called Christina. Her daughter 'owned' the flat we were at (Christina had bought it and bequeathed the up market gaff to her little angel). So this old bat rolled up and patronised us to fck. When she wasn't doing that, she was ignoring us. We drank everything we had, got politely asked to leave ('the party is wrapping up guys'), then our in-law was too pished to walk down the stairs. Big up all involved...

Christina's seat at the table

Christina

Listening to Christina talk about herself

Oh dear

Lols

More lols

Bezzies

Keep those late summer vibes alive

'Fun times off line' have been very much on the agenda for the '012 - but here's a little snapshot of summer's tail round our ends. As you can see from the images on display, it's been your standard foody tour of all things high and lowwwww...

Morning after the balloon party

Turkish breakfast

Seafood barbecue flex

crazy golf on the roof of Selfridges

Moving day

'Totes' = 'dicks'

Fish Finger butty with crisps

Salmon bagel on a sunny day

Beeeeeer

Chess tings

Welcome to pie town

Tarty warty

Free work lunch

The future of ice cream

Subliminal messaging

DJ business at the tiki party

Freddie Mercury tribute act @the Misty Moon

All killer no filler

Notting Hill

Culinary mastery

Muscle kissing

Work breakfasts smash it every time

Scran

If someone held an uzi to my ear and forced me to define February in a shorter word which begins with the same letter, then I'd probably opt for 'food'. I've not turned into one half of the hairy bikers or owt but the images on my phone suggest that I've been venturing into culinary pastures beyond the realms of supermarket sandwiches. The above is one of the best things to enter me gob this year. A burger at Ed's diner which arrives with a thick layer of Chilli Con Carne waving at you like a siren to a love-struck sailior. The combo of so many meats and a five dollar shake may sent me guts spiralling into madness for 24 hours. But stomach cramps have never been so decadently attained. I'd do it again without a second thought...



'The Waxed Bat'



Tira misu



It's an Ardennes ting



You've got red on you



Pancake flex



Slow roasted belly innit mate

Knife and fork town

Despite the no sleep no eat chaos of the past few weeks, culinary treats have also featured high on the menu. In a desperate bid to prove it's not just powders and poppers, here's a few highlights. Do as the colonel and lick them fingers girl...



Eating beans while watching every dad's favourite secret wank fantasy Sarah Beeny



It's a work cake kinda ting



Fishy beetroots



B-day cake bizness



A heart attack fry up - Momma's secret recipe - extra grease



'Open to temptation'



Godfrey the ginger bread man - now deceased. RIP Godfrey - I enjoyed eating your brains



Diddums



Stoned solo cheesecake mission



Chilli tings - feat. 'erbs



Work desk real ales - only crack in case of emergency