Ah, the infamous burnt sausage at the Great British Barbecue. Even the Sun, the thinking man’s paper published burnt sausages as one of the 37 things that makes us distinctly British alongside consistent moaning about the weather and rumours of a hose pipe ban. Honestly it makes me want to cry. Almost as much as having a brother in…
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LET US EAT MEAT
Confession… I know NOTHING about blogging. Not one iota. What I do know is this: No one wants to read pages and pages of crap about what other people’s kids did at school that day to inspire them to invent a carrot cake. Just not my kind of story. It’s got to be short and…
