Yes, galen, that image of a PILE of pancakes was my idea of heaven. My mum, poor soul, could hardly make them fast enough for five of us re-joining the 'queue' for the next one. It seems she never thought of making piles and keeping them hot in the oven. Hey ho.
The Pakistanis who ran the Paki shop near where I used to live called it The Paki Shop. It was like those old-fashioned corner shops only more so because the spices came in large packets with their Urdu names still on them. They also sold bits for cars.
Items we apparently need because of El Nino this winter
Casualty versus ER - have your say!
What would an ideal far right country look right to those who would vote Reform?




