Jon Cheshire

The Flying Fox got cancelled last night due to Hugh Furry Whittingstool. Yes, ever since my ex TBM co-writer Alan Black first set eyes on River Cottage blokes ‘catch n kill’l policy, he has been dabbling in road kill recipes and repeats of The Good Life. Unfortunately it seems that Al’s delicate constitution and possibly a lone argumentative crayfish may have disagreed with him so much as to make him projectile vomit like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly.
Tonight’s expedition to ASK was considerably more successful but also threw up its own set of problems. First one was what actual language was the waitress speaking. She seemed a lovely girl with a winning smile that was perfectly ok to calmly repeat herself many many times to two people with O level English who finally resorted to pointy fingers!
My starter, a mushroom al forno actually boiled in the serving dish which it was served in, and then surprised me as it attached itself to my tongue, however Stephs Brushchetta was immediately accessible. After this, we pushed on to the main course which for me was Pollo Marsala that unfortunately actually read better than it ate, while Steph decided on the’ Chef’s salad’ that ticked all the five a day boxes plus a number of carnivores ‘best in class’ lists
You couldn’t ask for a better Birthday, short of winning the triple lottery rollover, which someone did last week. Bastards!