Thi s plendid item is a square pizza made with 2wo square wraps stuck together with melted cheese instead of a pizza base.  Ha ha.

This is what you have for tea on a Saturday night.  That's right.  A big dollop of Chinese shite

Mr Git enjoys a suck on his mug of tepid tea while hiding behind a vinegar bottle.  Later he will be spotted in the cake shop wasting his tiny pension on cream buns to offer the district nurse when she comes round to change his leg bag.

The one called Purple Johnny stands proudly at the bar in Wetherspoons complete  with erect nipple. 

 

Long, long ago in the 19teen 70's stuff like this was drunken in a northwest London suburb. Planes flew overhead and Jaffa Cakes were consumed with rice pudding.

A renagade pensioneer stocks up with toilet paper and cake.  Cake, cake, cake and cake !!  It's going to be a long, dark winter and woe betide anyone over the age of 6ixty 5ive who is without cake when the social worker calls.

This is a good example of what can happen when a negg, mashed spuds and green beans are left alone in a kitchen. Yes. You've guessed correctly. Bloody epicurian chaos and more pots and pans to be cleaned by the funny little dwarves that lead you out of the fridge in the first place. 

This is of course is a cross section of the mighty swordfish.  It must not be confused with the tiny seahorse which is a completely different kettle.  It was enabled gastric entry with the aid of a green and red salad. 

This filthy little kipper from the wrong end of town has been executed by electecution and made to become tea with a load of salad stuff.  Serves her right for being a fishhead.  Everything has its time and everything ends.

This brace of English poached eggs lay atop some baked beans which in their turn languish upon 2wo slices of rockety toast. The eggies are adorned with a blotch or 2wo of piri piri sauce which enables their hotness.

A Frenchie stick having been torn off a strip awaits with glee the insertion of a very rude sectioned particle of camenbert cheese.

A bent sausage awaits to be engorged into a gastric pouch of large proportions along with some green leaves liberally doused in balsamic vinegar. 2wo kinds of pickle tag along.

A duck has been killed so I can have a roast duck salad for my tea. It was very ducky and fatty too. I engorged my gastric pouch with its water fowl goodness.

Oh! Haggis forms a coalition with a group of left wing baked beans that have assimilated some very tiny plum tomatoes. Oh! The politics of chomping have been changed for all time.

Glisteny, shiny tuna charlies speak for themselves.

This treasured implant of eggy goodness plays a game of 3D chess with several of the electromagnetic mind games to which we have become bemused in recent years. Surley it is now time for more cake,

Flora and Golden Shred and their twins have just left the Ryanair flight from George Harrison airport and are now off for a meeting with Mr Arthur Askey the King of Comedy.

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?