Sucky makes that on a Saturday night near Liverpool docks. Probably not as much on his going rate tbf.
It’s like frogspawn, boiled in milk. They honestly expected us to eat that, as a pudding, back in the day. And they thought the splodge of jam in it would reel us in. School dinners, 70s style. Could be quite traumatic at times, but the Spotted Dick with custard was a joy.