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After a social experiment of a night out in Barnsley, where I've never seen such a concentration of groups in fancy dress or hen parties, and absence of ethnic diversity... About to literally have an English* breakfast al fresco in the garden, on a sunny windy day, with Neil Young playing in the background. Ah the good life.
*Our friends' surname truly is English.
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Ah, makes the mouth water... :)
BUT, I managed to have a couple of traditional Scots breakfasts last week back up north, and nothing beats square sausage and black pudding!! :P
Posted by: Jacqui | Monday, 23 June 2008 at 11:00
ohhh...yummy.
Posted by: Miel | Monday, 23 June 2008 at 11:36
*LURPAK* "O.O"
Posted by: Phoebe | Monday, 23 June 2008 at 18:56