il va bon marché
seulement sept (les pintes de) Guinness
Them vegitarians get everywhere! Apparently, there is now vegitarian Guinness!
Clearly I'm a bit thick, for I thought the demon brew was simply hops, yeast, barley & water bunged in Dale's products and fermented for a while. But no, seems that real Guinness is made from fish bladders and Bovril.
or something.
Anyhoo, at least we now know what that creamy white top is all about - it's the Lard separating from the fishy deluge below... like Innuit harpooned whale blubber stuck in an ice-floe (but not rubber stuck in Aunty Flo in some pervy episode of Bod where Farmer Barleymow went a-ploughing of the furrows... that's certainly not Snap!).
Poor old french lawyet Suzie Ployét - first getting a gobful of Lard in the Emerald Isle...
...still, if a gobful of lard up yer Emerald Isle floats your boat, don't complain about the crispy bits what float to the surface!
Actually, I shall!
Crispy bits, my best hat! What we northerners call Scraps, them southern Jessies call "crispy bits".
Personally, I prefer the term "Scrobblings" or even "Gribblings", although I daren't ask a serving wench for a portion of scrobblings for fear of a duffing up.
How's a bout of bit of scrobblings to go with me fish supper then...
SMACK!!!
