A loin of fishy smelling cod is astride a bed of rocket leaves while grilled redskins fester in an oily manner atop some olive bread.

Richard of York gave battle in vain.

Interesting chimneys do you not think? I wouldn't like to be sent up one with a brush and high visibility sweeping gear. No. I'd rather stuff the Archbishop of Cantebury with penguins. Wouldn't you?

A portable pork sausage from Mr Muff the butcher arses about with some pork pie and a load of salad stuff on a clean plate. It was very tasty and full of pleasure giving antibodies.

Pasta shells join a shedload of chopped bacon and roughly hewn spring onions on a sunny evening in Merrie England. So clever. But oh so vunerable.

Liver plucked from the heart of a nice sheep has been wokked up with some spring onions, garlic and gravy. It was served with a dollop of sweet potato and eaten from the surface of a square plate