I've just remembered: I actually have the original vinyl of Lindisfarne's Fog on The Tyne. I borrowed it from my Uncle Bob, on Boxing Day 1970. Perhaps y'all could remind me to give it back?
As in: preheat oven to 190C, put in stuffs, baste chicken with butter, and gob on it every twenty-minutes until juices run clear?
PS: After a wee shufty in the MAD thread, we're all going to be buried by next Wednesday...Phuket!
You just don't understand the trials and tribulations of living life as a humble potato. But it's nae your fault. How could you ever be expected to know?
There's no point trying to avoid the inevitability of potatoes' eventual emancipation: we even have royalty on our side - King Edward has also decided to 'chip' in!