There be deep water bitery afoot near Great Y'ha-Nthlei!
Not content with flogging Norwich beef stock-cubes, Turkey Twizzlers and purchasing dance-aroundable fertility symbol hostelry, it would seem Marco Pierre White could no longer stand the heat of Hells' Kitchen, and descended down into the deep depths of coolness around the eqquine based seafrontage.
I'm all for his exotic cookeries, but going all Hester Bloomin' Maul and poaching up porpoises for sushi isn't gonna be one on MY menu!
To be fair, it might not be the prodigy of Albert & Michel Jawsingly terrifying the local yokels. According to Ken Collings, the clever carcharodon carcharias consultant, it may be his Chef sibling - Shortfin Mako Pierre White.
So that's my coastal trip to ungulate mammal town scuppered. No way am I being bit by submarinaded restaurateurs on the beach!
Still, there's a seal colony nearby, so there will me much serenading of sous-chefs, No Doubt incorporating Rain-Dances and comparing to kisses from Roses.
But not kisses from Axl Rose.
Kisses from Gwen Stefani, on the other hand...
