Two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite

David Griffiths once used to chase me round the playground threatening to put me in a casserole. It fair gave me nightmares.

Twenty eight years later I got a casserole from Father Christmas. It is a cast iron casserole and lately my kitchen has been filled with the delightful odour of cooking. So far I have made pot roasts of both beef and chicken and I’ve discovered the world of BEEF CASSEROLE. Last night’s Beef Casserole was so yummy I’m going to have some of the left overs for breakfast this morning…..

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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