I have eaten pie tonight

Mr Puffy wrote (see)

And what exactly is a "puff" then? Is it a Brighton word? 

As far as I know Puff is a magic dragon, he lived by the sea

Hash wrote (see)

Mr Puffy wrote (see)

And what exactly is a "puff" then? Is it a Brighton word? 

As far as I know Puff is a magic dragon, he lived by the sea

I used to love that song... I loved it even more when...

He started frolicking?

Mr Puffy wrote (see)

 stiff ado

I don't get a stiffado all that often these days....

Sussex Runner (NLR) wrote (see)

So where does he live now?

In the land of Honah Lee?

Love it, xine.....

I'm usually thinking about chips during a long run ... I'm sure that's what got me through the Brighton Marathon, running towards Harry Ramsden!

... did the smell get you..... that would have been painful....... have to admit its usually sweet stuff, but I also long for anything with way too much fat in it too. Someone was talking about a Greggs sausage roll on the forums the other day..... now that is laaarrrvvveeelllyyyyy.........

The course of the Reading Half Marathon takes you into the town centre and right past the door of the West Cornwall Pasty Co. So close you can see them and smell them. Torture, unbearable torture.

Pie again for tea tonight. A cold pork & egg pie -  like a gala pie, only individual sized. Instead of a hen's egg, it was using a quail's egg in the middle. Aww, how sweet, and how utterly delicious. One of my favourites, and all to myself. 

Xine - that's almost enough to get my fat arse out the door & running again! 

My best memory of Harry Ramsden's is a weekend in Bournemouth when they ran out of large pieces of cod, so if you ordered large cod they gave you two small pieces.  By my reckoning, you got more fish and because of the increased proportion of surface area, a lot more batter.  Happy days. 

Muttley wrote (see)

The course of the Reading Half Marathon takes you into the town centre and right past the door of the West Cornwall Pasty Co. So close you can see them and smell them. Torture, unbearable torture.

When I used to be a street sweeper, we had to sweep every morning past a bakery that made their own pork pies. You could smell them ... but the shop wasn't open yet ...  

Probably just as well

Boing!

Thought I'd try a Prince's snake and pygmy pie tonight. Says on the tin that with roast potatoes and peas it makes a hearty meal for two.

I roasted some spuds, boiled up some peas and ate the whole thing myself