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Rod Liddle shows how to cook a Robin


Michale Winning

This is quite a snook in the eye for the RSPB wallahs and all those spiteful and righteous people who like to annoy and bully us folk.

I know he does not mean it and would not eat Robins, but it just releases some of the anger we need to do.

Fun on Tuesday morning – and what’s a “Heston Blumenthal”, pray tell?


David Davis

Spotted at the Woman In Black, quite by accident. I can’t quite get this late-90s/early-Noughties manic obsession with celebrity chefs, who seem to spend all their time prancing about and swearing, inside the Wireless Tele-Vision apparatus, and who also want to go about spoiling the eating-fun of poorer people than themselves. I’m sure there’s a good libertarian reason for this guy* wanting to upset customers of “little Chef”, but I can’t right now see what it is – however clever with grub he may be. Sorry.

But I hope they do well: if you’re in the middle of nowhere, like in Wales, and Wales is closed (often the case, try buying a burger when you are at Wales early on a Saturday morning, like 9 am) then a Little Chef can at least save you from dying of malnutrition.

*I guess he must be good though…as a generally safe rule, bad cooks don’t get famous.

The “science” bit in here is an absolute scream … and lower down, the Devil baits Polly Toynbee again – great theatre


If I’d wanted to make it up, then even with my own hyper-vivid imagination, I could not have done better. After this, you just gotta-eat-potatoes, it’s such a scream listening to that patronising lefty cooking-celeb woman. I nearly had a heart-attack pissing myself with mirth. Better not, or else my son will do the blogging and then you’ll all be really sorry.

David Davis

And here’s The Devil’s go at naughty Polly the lefty, and the champion of not letting poor people fly to places.


Frightening, scary, State food stuff. We also discuss breasts and their relationship to state planning, so watch it.


David Davis

Here. read the whole bloody thing, it will make you tremble.

There is an extraordinarily large number of useful outgoing links in this article, to other resources you can use to blog with yourselves, and show up some of this Nazi statist nonsense about food and diet.

One corollary of this project, sadly, is that girls’ breasts will get smaller if they are forced at prepubertal and pubertal ages to eat unsalted lettuce and boiled pasta, any other similar tastelessly-pointless crap like that and nothing else. (Just read a standard good biochemistry book. And lettuce and pasta need salt: you KNOW it makes sense.) Giving a developing woman enough sugars and fats will increase the probability that her “chest” will become satisfactory for the purposes it was intended for, when the State decrees she is old enough to have sex: this, worryingly, seems to be about age 11, since many secondary schools now dole out “morning after pills”. “D”, “DD”,”E” or even “F” cups (if you get lucky) or thereabouts seem to promote reproduction of humans. “A” (or worse, poor girl “AA”) I think, do not.

We shall be back to the dark days of the 1960s and 1970s, when as a student you actively tried not to get a shag, since you knew you’d be disappointed when her clothes came off in your student-digs later. (I didn’t know what these things called “boobs” were before about 1962 so I can’t tell you about breasts under rationing, sorry.)

Perhaps that’s what the lefties are really after? Do they really think we are overpopulated, and is the auto-erotic/visual repression of the male sex drive part of “the project”? Perhaps the Enemy Class really really does not even want any slaves? Does it merely want to inhabit the planet on its tod? Really? Really alone? Discuss.

I got there before Boris Johnson


Here’s a post about CHUTNEY. (It’s Christmas…..in post Christianised secular Britain, we do weird things.)

David Davis

Here’s a small sample of the chutney, which I made rather earlier than he. There’s plenty more jars of it, if you buggers are not careful – almost enough to send it out next year as well, as our tomatoes ran riot this year:-

Better watch out or you'll have to eat it.

Better watch out or you'll have to eat it.

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