Food for thought… I was slightly surprised last week by one of the items on the menu (fourth item down) at the Dickens Inn at St. Katherine’s Dock, London.
Especially as I was in the company of my daughter, though fortunately she’s now an adult, and therefore unlikely to end up as a dish of goujons.
I’m reminded of the old joke about an apocryphal small ad.
Dog For Sale. In good health, has had all the injections. Will eat anything. Loves children.
(Dedicated to Kevin Townsend, a self-confessed grammatical fascist.)
David (eats, shoots, and leaves) Harley