justinr73 wrote:Yeah. I got through the majority of a rather poor example of a battered black pudding from the chippy outside Central Station.
I can recommend the Scotch pies at Greggs though.
There's a cracking boozer called the Pot Still around the corner from hotel.
Booked into Mother India tonight for what's supposed to be a pretty decent Ruby.
Many will of course know that this refers to Ruby Murray, born and raised on the Donegall Road, Belfast.
Very few if any will know that her father was a pork swordsman of high repute, and to quote a man who grew up living a couple of houses away from Ruby, "He rode every woman on the Donegall Road".
Always one to make logical connections I said to him, "So Jimmy, Ruby's Da rode your Ma?"
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A sensitive soul, his hand shot out like a viper's tongue and clipped me firmly on the jaw, "Don't ever speak about my Ma like that". No harm done, I have a good chin.
Feck Sadie I guldered, we of course remained friends but I often reminded him of his lack of logic.
Anyway, enjoy your Ruby and no fightin'
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