vernon
Harder than Ronnie Pickering
- Location
- Meanwood, Leeds
There I was, at Knockengorroch, sitting by an open fire trying to recall the last non alcoholic drink to have passed my lips when I was offered some food that I'd witness being prepared and cooked by an outrageously dressed chef on the fire and passed around the folk keeping warm by the fire.
I took a digestive biscuit sized piece, bit half of it off and chewed and savoured it. When asked about its flavour I pronounced that the garlic was a tad strong and a few herbs would not go amiss much to the delight of the chef. I thought that I'd been eating a form of black pudding.
I was almost right, the blood content was probably the same but I'd been eating midge burger made from the corpses of the Caledonian Luftwaffe extracted from a propane powered midge trap.
I quietly disposed of the other half and rinsed the remnants of the first bite down with several glugs of homemade chilli vodka.
I suppose it was a form of recycling.....
I used to feel part of the crowd and now it's part of me.
I took a digestive biscuit sized piece, bit half of it off and chewed and savoured it. When asked about its flavour I pronounced that the garlic was a tad strong and a few herbs would not go amiss much to the delight of the chef. I thought that I'd been eating a form of black pudding.
I was almost right, the blood content was probably the same but I'd been eating midge burger made from the corpses of the Caledonian Luftwaffe extracted from a propane powered midge trap.
I quietly disposed of the other half and rinsed the remnants of the first bite down with several glugs of homemade chilli vodka.
I suppose it was a form of recycling.....
I used to feel part of the crowd and now it's part of me.

