| Comment | Aye, righto Heston, you've obviously far superior taste and standards to us Bridie-munching plebians. Can I pay fifty quid to eat your groundbreaking bridies at a farmer's market that's not got a farmer within ten miles? Can you ask if I've eaten one before then explain the "concept" to me as if I've never picked up a fork and fucking knife? Can you call them "small plates" and let me know that "they come out when there ready"? If so, I'll be all over it. |
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