My bird was raised as a rasta, so no bacon, it's funny cos she still tells her mum she don't eat pork and the bacon and pork in the fridge is mine Cmon spurly be honest brav
Used to work for a Jewish bloke on Covent Garden market. He did a bit of business with some of the Stamford Hill frummers, the guys with the side curls and the 17th Century hats and coats; he rarely got to have breakfast in peace because as soon as he lifted a bacon roll to his mouth, one of these guys would appear looking for him; as it suited him to have them think he was more Jewish than he really was, the bacon or sausage roll would have to be hidden. Or better still, I’d have to eat it for him.
