Six sides to every lie I say

[venta]

I had a baby's head for dinner!

Well, OK, I'm in Reading so it wasn't called a baby's head, it was called an individual steak and kidney pudding. But I grew up in that north and I know a babby's 'eid when I see one.

The Three Tuns in Reading: steak and kidney pud, chips with black pepper all over them, and mushy peas, £6.50. Not a bad price for quite a plateful. I didn't have the mushy peas, you can take this being northern thing too far.

Ideally I'd have spent this afternoon in a comfortable, suet-filled coma but actually I've spent it moving furniture around. For a company with not that many employees we seem to have a hell of a lot of desks.

Comments

[venta.livejournal.com]

I don't really know that bit, but it's not a million miles away and I have a pushbike to get me about. I'm (almost) always in Reading on weekdays, travelling in and out via the main station. I'd feel somewhat impolite inviting myself round to visit you, but if you'd like to meet up sometime (or would like to be visited), drop me an email (venta at livejournal will work).

[uitlander]

Ah. Two of my universes have just found an interconnecting wormhole. They have a habit of doing that. You both have a grumblesmurf and beckyl in common as well.