APRIL 6, 2011
I am having a massive craving for one of two things (even this early in the morning) -
1 - Those nasty pork scratchings they have in British pubs that have those delicious black scabby bits in them.
2 - A giant battered pink sausage from the chip-shop at the bottom of the Christmas Steps in Bristol. I'm talking about the type of sausage that looks like a scary radioactive scaly willy.