Tag Archives: pork

Checkpoint Charleski

Nearly four months since my last post. I expect you’d rather given up. And not just given up on this blog, but probably life, happiness, the love of a good woman or a dirty man. Who wouldn’t forgive you? Well me. You unfaithful, godless curs. You may send me used tramp underwear or tasteful selfies […]

Mugi

People know me to be quite tough. I have a bit of a reputation. Let’s just say tramps don’t want to mess with me in GTA V because I’m quite handy with a golf club. And Nazis/innocent bystanders don’t mess with me in Call of Duty. And Princess Peach doesn’t mess with me in Mario […]

Riviera Bistro

Riviera Bistro Riviera Bistro is the sort of place that I could become positively evangelical about. I could go on about supporting local trade and foregoing franchise restaurants. But if you want that fart-sniffing Guardianista crap then go and read the Telegraph or whatever. I’m here for hard truth, excoriating wit and helpful directions. But […]

The Cuban

Everyone seems to be caught up and in the romance and drama of the football World Cup at the moment, and I must confess that I too feel pangs of excitement. Not because of the spectacle you understand (there are too many goals – what happened to the art of defending?), but because I know […]

Karavas Restaurant

I’m never one to shy away from political conflicts, principally because I’m religiously uninformed about current events and I’m prone to the frequent blunder. Not only do I mention the war, I go on about it at length and curse the day that Hilter teamed up with Voldemort to concoct their dastardly scheme to, I’m […]

Vine Leaves Taverna

God I adore Xmas. The cherubic singing of carols, hot mince pies straight from the oven, good cheer to all and a smile in the heart of every true Englishman. False. These are of course lies. I really enjoy the excellent TV, room temperature mince pies and mandatory vacation days. Children ruin Christmas for everyone […]

Tramp’s Wish

I’ve railed against “Street Food” before. London is now rank with “Street Food” venues and it’s now a corporatised commodity, with specialised marketing outfits stamping them out as fast as they can get revenue for them. My main beef with “Street Food” restaurants are that they are invariably inside and most dishes are over £10. […]