Fury after Morrisons wouldn't sell couple meat pies before 9am It should have been a simple case of pie and sell. But Linda and Tony Gilkes were left piping hot with fury after their local Morrisons refused to sell them meat pies before 9am. “I wanted eight large sausage rolls and two steak bakes,” said Linda, 62, from Thorntree. “It was 8.45am and there were no pies at all displayed. “I could see bags and bags of pies, all wrapped up on cages behind the counter. The trolley was ready to be pushed out. “But when I asked for the pies, I was told: ‘We can’t sell the pies until 9am’. I could have had a fruit pie, but not a meat pie.” https://www.gazettelive.co.uk/news/teesside-news/fury-after-morrisons-wouldnt-sell-14533827 @Odious Turd
Did you know that Scottish people actually eat a roll n pie Or a pie butty as you English ****s would call it WATP
please log in to view this image Pair of miserable c.unts couldn't wait 15 minutes for sausage rolls. To be fair I could murder a steak bake right now!!
Best mince pie I've ever had was at a butchers in Stenhouse in Edinburgh. https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@55.9...4!1ssu7HlfnQrMZQf-9akhLKxw!2e0!7i13312!8i6656 Not been there for about 15 years so might be ****e now.
Great own brand bourbon at around £15 a bottle! Not too much use at the moment though as I have just returned from a ten day shocker in Koln followed by a week on the lash following the Jethro Tull gig on Friday 6th April. Unless FC Bayern Munchen reach the Champion's League final on 28th May I intend staying 'dry' until early July! My old bones, liver and kidneys now require a lengthy rest after such shenanigans.
I'll take your word for it. I remember it was the only supermarket nearby that sold Blandford Fly beer back when I used to partake of alcohol. Used to love that stuff. I think they changed the name of it to Blandford Flyer a few years back. Would highly recommend it
See edit above. The only beer that flows down my throat is any brand of Weissbier I can lay my grubby mits on!
I concur, had a pasty from there and a few others around Padstow. Never went to Rick Stein's though, it was soon after his dog had died so thought it might be a bit risky. I told a burd I went out with, along with some of her Cornish mates, that the pasties were better from the train stations in London than the "award winning" excuses we were meant to be eating. Would have gone down better if I'd said I'd p*ssed in the soup and f.ucked the dog, or vice versa. Now I really fancy a steak bake!!