I was handed this whilst walking through Sunderland the other morning. It's the first item on the breakfast menu that made me realise, I must go. Not to 'Harleys cafe bar', but away...
Unless something goes wrong, I shall be leaving the land of the rising steaklet and moving back to London in September, which gives me around ten weeks to... ugh, find a job. Anyone got a job for me? Go on. Gissa job.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
A Northern Breakfast
Posted by La Bête at 11:38
Labels: breakfast, food, glorious food, The North
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Splendid. You must come round for tea after you've returned. Breakfast was a duo snickers bar so we should do well. Am surrounded by boxes and in a packing frenzy. Ok, I lie. I am supping workmans brew, schmooaking a you know what and throwing masses of books in boxes.
Soup herb that you are returning to the smoke. It's where you belong. For now.
Innit.
AnnAnon
Another Northern breakfast (via b3ta)
It's a bit early for a you-know-what, isn't it, AnnAnon? Or have I turned into a big old softy?
AMP, that breakfast is obscene. Truly. It's a disgrace.
Sunday schmoakin schedule, softy!
AnnAnon
Fascinating interaction! :¬)
If that flyer is indeed real, then I don't blame you for wanting to leave.
Which makes us both horrible, horrible snobs.
What do you mean, 'if it's real'? My oh my, there's a lot of cycnism around these days. You could always ring 'em up and check.
The problem with cynicism is that it's like ringworm. You start with one small ring and before you know it your whole body is disfigured.
Ooh, you spoilsport. I've just finished writing a post about that. But it can wait.
Ah bollocks, sorry. Feel free to edit / delete my comment and have people extra intrigued. I'm all in favour of intrigue.
No, it's OK. Nothing spoiled.
I can't believe you're giving up on the North this quickly! You just need time to learn to love it.
On the other hand, I did once watch my office-mate eat three creme eggs and a large bag of Malteasers for breakfast. She eats six to nine creme eggs A DAY when they're in season, but we're back to Malteasers now.
Pearl
Yeah, but now I'm going to have to wait for the blog post you wrote!
[sulk]
Haha, that's hilarious - the idea that I might be part of some conspiracy. My initials are very funny I know, although weren't intentional. And the fact that I'm anonymous... I used to be non-anonymous, and lots of people know who I am, but that doesn't help those that don't.
I haven't cooked anything up with Bete or Stan or Bete's author or whoever-the-hell-he-is... but I can see why you might think I had.
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