BrianH
At the Start
And I was proud of knowing that huitre was feminine. I guess that I was influenced by the once excised, now replaced, scene in Spartacus with Laurence Olivier and Tony Curtis.
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Ardross
Guest
Idiotic article by Mick Hume in the Times today .
A major change in diet might do a great deal more good than all the ASBOs in the world .
A major change in diet might do a great deal more good than all the ASBOs in the world .
Ardross, you're not quite as gastronomically-aware as I thought you were! Whelks are sold in vast numbers all along the south coast, and are one of Barrie Cope's Seafood Bar specialities at racecourses - little tubs of the things, which look like huge snails and taste like salty rubber. He also sells little tubs of cockles, and mussels - though fortunately not alive, alive-o.
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Ardross
Guest
Whelks are disgusting
BrianH
At the Start
Whelks may well feel the same way about barristers but the poor little buggers can't articulate it...
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Ardross
Guest
I have never been eaten by a whelk so they are in no position to comment - if you can find any whelks that have eaten other members of the Bar ...........
Dear Mr Ross:
On behalf of the Whelk Appreciation Society, I must protest at your use of the word 'disgusting' to describe our members. They live peaceful, submarine lives, disturbing no-one. Their homes are immaculately kept, well-built, and never painted in disturbing colours. They don't bawl and brawl about the sea-bed late on a Friday night, or pick fights with other crustacea on the grounds that they're different; they welcome seafarers who float in on flotsam and jetsam, seeking a better shore; they don't litter the beach with their castaway mess, and they make admirable parents.
Regrettably, voracious humans rip them untimely from the bosom of their families, dunk them in vinegar and salt, and pronounce them 'deeelicious', especially when accompanied by a half of lager. This is too often their cruel fate. On top of such ravages, they endure the insults of ignorant whelkophobes, when all they seek is to remain living quietly within the marine community.
I enclose some literature on the history of whelks, in the hope that it might lead you to a better understanding of their way of life, and less blind bigotry towards these members of our seaborne world.
Yours
John Dory
President, WAS
Encs.
On behalf of the Whelk Appreciation Society, I must protest at your use of the word 'disgusting' to describe our members. They live peaceful, submarine lives, disturbing no-one. Their homes are immaculately kept, well-built, and never painted in disturbing colours. They don't bawl and brawl about the sea-bed late on a Friday night, or pick fights with other crustacea on the grounds that they're different; they welcome seafarers who float in on flotsam and jetsam, seeking a better shore; they don't litter the beach with their castaway mess, and they make admirable parents.
Regrettably, voracious humans rip them untimely from the bosom of their families, dunk them in vinegar and salt, and pronounce them 'deeelicious', especially when accompanied by a half of lager. This is too often their cruel fate. On top of such ravages, they endure the insults of ignorant whelkophobes, when all they seek is to remain living quietly within the marine community.
I enclose some literature on the history of whelks, in the hope that it might lead you to a better understanding of their way of life, and less blind bigotry towards these members of our seaborne world.
Yours
John Dory
President, WAS
Encs.
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Fantastic, Jon!!