Mrs Magpie
On a bit of break...
Just read your story, editor. I remember the bloke with six rottweilers I think. He lived in the first house on Barrington Road next to Medussa [sic] and was quite a character.
I think I might have bought a good khaki tool bag there once
Work wear for the discerning mender of stuff.
Franco Manca was delicious. Only two complains really....
1. The knife could have been sharper
2. The pizza could have been bigger
BV?Still queues for Franco Manca at weekends from what I saw last weekend, despite the meteoric rise of BV.
fucksake. you lazy so and so.Brixton Village.
I just think of it as the place I can't find unless I'm not trying to.I've still never been.
I always think ''however good, it's still just pizza ''
you give the impression of having lived a rather closeted existence.
You can order just a small one with a thin & crispy base (less stodgy) or fewer toppings, and you can split them between two or more people.I have and I'm just not into pizza. Have never understood how someone can eat a whole pizza. I reckon maximum two slices for me
You can order just a small one with a thin & crispy base (less stodgy) or fewer toppings, and you can split them between two or more people.
what did you eat in italy?
ayepizza
or do you mean other than pizza?
it's just that you said you'd only been to a pizza joint once in your life and then you said you'd been to italy, so i thought, 'goodness, what they hell did she eat out there?'FFS! I can't remember that far back. The only things I remember eating was pizza and wiener schnitzel but the schnitzel was probably in Switzerland. I had some pretty heavy schnapps given to me in Switzerland as well by some guys who looked like they'd just finished work after a hard day's lumberjacking
Pannetone (the mahoosive bready cakey thing)? Ices? Fruit?
So did the inlaws when they were out there (collective 40th anniversary present), every day for breakfast.Oh yeah, I've had that bready/cakey thing and I had ice-cream