Went to Guisborough yesterday for some fresh baked bread and they had a market on, a gadgie selling Geordie bangers, 3 packs for a tenner, 80% meat, onion and mushroom, black pudding and white pepper and plain pork, had the onion and mushroom yesterday and today in fresh bread, oh fuck they were the best, just a touch of brown sauce, Hammonds of course.

Oh and I detest salted caramel

You cannot beat a good sausage and I'm spoilt to hell living in Lincolnshire. Redhill Farm are some of the best around here.

To be fair, the average British sausage is shite and the best ones are average.
Even before I left Britain I thought they were bollocks. I use to buy those Polish sausages they sold at Woolies.

I'm just praying this topic isn't a euphemism for something I don't wish to know about.

Glad to hear it, monkey face you old tosspot. I believe your love for the old banger came about during your recent visit to hospital when the nurse told you to strip bollock naked and lay face down on the trolley. And then you had that strange sensation in your backside. When you looked round it was like Toto's brother was mounting you to give you a meat injection. It may have been a bit disconcerting when he yelled "Geronimo" on the vinegar stroke but if it has turned you on to sausages, good on yer.

Anyone else think Henry secretly wants to be in that fantasy?

Er, Henry is Monkeybutt

Henry wishes he was me, suave, sophisticated, intelligent etc etc

How can he be you and those things though? It's like wishing to be Abu Hamsa and a good juggler, good masseur, peace prize candidate etc etc.


PS sorry if you get any unwanted attention from the authorities for the Abu Hamsa mention Mr I.

He is you. He's just the messenger for your, er......fantasies