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Del Monte

The day Mrs O was sitting her driving test she said she'd phone me at my school to let me know how she got on.

I didn't want to get the news second hand (in case she'd failed) so told her if I wasn't able to take the call personally just to leave a message saying, "The man from Del Monte says yes/no."

I wasn't there for her call and the message was delivered. My departmental colleagues pestered me for ages about the message (it was "yes"). I think they maybe thought it was to do with a pregnancy test result. I decided just to play them for a while longer before eventually deflating them with the very mundane news that, "She got her licence to kill." It took them some time to decode that.
 
I was never sure who I disliked more, the quasi-feudal systemesque "Man From Del Monte" or the equally quasi-feudal systemesque serfs who hung on his every word.

I kept hoping for the advert where they rose up, shot him and dragged his body through the streets in some sort of fruit-based product industry workers coup, but it never happened.
 
The advert for cider made by a company whose name I would rather not mention is very much on the same lines.

I know the one you mean. It's the one that twists 'we put any old shite apple into our cider' to 'why use one type of apple when you can use forty?'

Thankfully, I can't drink cider.
 
I don't mind Aspell cider occasionally but I don't want anything to do with a product that shares it's name with That Bloody Woman!
 
Can’t stomach cider ever since getting very drunk on scrumpy in Cornwall in my late teens. It just dawned on me that it might be what caused me to have problems with acidic drinks throughout my life eg fruity teas used to give me migraines. One new year when everyone else got very drunk I was the only one the next morning that felt really ill because I’d been drinking orange juice.
 
Can’t stomach cider ever since getting very drunk on scrumpy in Cornwall in my late teens. It just dawned on me that it might be what caused me to have problems with acidic drinks throughout my life eg fruity teas used to give me migraines. One new year when everyone else got very drunk I was the only one the next morning that felt really ill because I’d been drinking orange juice.

I can solidly confirm that consuming mass amounts of cider as a youth whilst the cause of many problems will not effect your ability to drink fruity teas in later life.
 
When I was about 16 to 18 cider was half the price of beer so when running out of money. Thursday night was scrumpy night.
The last time I bought drink at home it was magners Irish cider.
I've just looked and still have some.
Use by date 2019.
 
I’ve never forgotten the night ( 55 years ago in fact) that I got drunk on barley wine ( having been told it was a cheap way to get drunk). Remember feeling that someone was hitting me over the head with a hammer. The scrumpy was different. I was very very sick…and I was camping at the time in a tiny tent.
 
I’ve never forgotten the night ( 55 years ago in fact) that I got drunk on barley wine ( having been told it was a cheap way to get drunk). Remember feeling that someone was hitting me over the head with a hammer. The scrumpy was different. I was very very sick…and I was camping at the time in a tiny tent.
Someone suggested to me to have barley wine and cider
I think that was the night I walked into the corner of a wall.
 
Cider can be deceptively strong whereas strong beer tends to taste strong. I remember one lunch time drinking four bottles of a white cider, can’t remember the name, and intending to call in the bookies on my way home. When I got outside I realised that I was far too drunk to go in the bookies, I would have backed anything and everything!
 
Cider can be deceptively strong whereas strong beer tends to taste strong. I remember one lunch time drinking four bottles of a white cider, can’t remember the name, and intending to call in the bookies on my way home. When I got outside I realised that I was far too drunk to go in the bookies, I would have backed anything and everything!

Well that's a dead giveaway for a start :ROFLMAO:
 
huevas rotas con gambas y bacalao
Everything sounds more appealing in another language - Cafe Rouge built a whole business on NOT calling themselves "Red Cafe."

He's having cracked roe with shrimp and cod, walsworth, a little bit more than a hotdog, know what I mean?:
 
Broken eggs with prawns and salt cod. (no mention is made of the potatoes that are in there too).

Essentially it's egg and chips with bits of prawn and salt cod through it.
 

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