Pies that came in from the cold. Pies the limit. Stars in your pies. For me there seems to be just no getting away from them.
A Jazz ‘n’ Pies Night at the Oz Bar, steak and ale pie at The Dome (where I’ve infiltrated the Grill Room menu) and the habitual Press pies at Easter Road.
Mouth-watering stuff, but the gravy thinned for a certain Jean Palfrey. The elderly shopper was hospitalised for three months, result of an incident in a Devon branch of Morrisons involving a pork pie. It cost the supermarket £44,000 after a legal debate.
Silence in pork, or rather in court.
The Dogs just won’t lie down. Only the original, at 110 Hanover Street, of David Ramsden’s coterie of Dogs restaurants, has survived, having opened in January 2008.
Says top dog Ramsden, a tad down in the dumps: “The others in our restaurant chain are now closed, result of these brutally economic times. I’m hanging on here. Grimly? I’d prefer happily.”
Bear with me . .
Gael force. See what the wind has blown in, all the way from China. A Gaelic-speaking teddy bear. It speaks only 33 words of Gaelic, for peat’s sake! Herewith, though, are words everybody understands. The toy is costing Scottish taxpayers £20,000. A mere hundred orders for the teddy last I heard.
A chance to start teddy bear production in our own work-starved crofts, is it no’, Hamish?