I used to like them as a kid, then I found out what went in them and I've not had one since. They remind me of the 70's, when everything was a bit ****.
Haggis is alright but not on the same level as ***gots. I also like a bit of liver and onion gravy now and then.
I used to like Steak and Kidney pie until I realised the name refered to the fact it contained Kidney.
I was referring to the National dress of the sweaties Went to a do once wearing a kilt and they piped the old bollock and nose stomach lining in, with a piper and read some Robbie Burns poem. That was the only time I've ever eaten it and I've thought it was sound. I was ****ing smashed though
I know you ****ing were. What the **** were you doing wearing a kilt, FFS In my first repping job after university, my patch was Liverpool city centre, Birkenhead and Wallasey. When in Liverpool, I always went to the Cambridge near the uni. The landlord at the time was a sweaty called Robbie. He was a top bloke. My birthday's on 24th January (you know that anyway ) and Burn's night is the following day. I walked into the Cambridge on my birthday and there was a haggis on the bar with a candle in it and a large glass of malt to swill it down with. Happy days
I was forced into it, long story to be fair, but it was a laugh at the time My lad sups in the Cambridge
