Gossiping, as chaps do, in the butchers this morning, the subject somehow came round to massage parlours, probably following a front page feature in last night’s Leicester Mercury reporting on an armed robbery at two in the city. Clyde, the butcher before Shaun, who now owns it, had talked of one on Queens Road in the 90’s (Not the bird, the decade). It used to be behind Sansomes the haberdashery, that is now the closed Wy Bar. More surprising than this, though, was the shocking revelation that the Police had raided an illegal brothel on Montague Road, next to the hairdressers, just last month! Apparently it was run and staffed by Chinese. How odd the things that happen right under your nose, so to speak, and yet are totally hidden from view. Such is the diversity of culture in Queens Road.
By the way. Shaun sells quite the best fillet steak I have ever had. All the way from Scotland in a big lorry.
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Now then - I can feel the pace picking up a little here. My local butcher is closed Monday for killing - best day for offal is therefore Tuesday. Top tip for fried bread, by the way, sprinkle your thick slab of white bread with a little water before dropping into your hot bacon fat.
There's some very good eye candy going on in that butchers shop, I can tell you!
Diplomat. I'm salivating at the thought. Had to make do with a prawn madras and nan bread out of the freezer tonight. Full English at the weekend.
I was too fraught this weekend to think about full-on breakfasts, so this Monday morning I had a slice of unsmoked back bacon and a big egg in a cheese and black pepper muffin. And Jo, for the record the phrase 'eye candy' was first said to me by Ron Combo, about a very pretty Aussie girl who for some reason was sleeping on my sofa in Chiswick.
You can take the girl out of Canberra but you can't take Canberra out of the girl.
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