Saturday, May 20, 2006


But not all the country's like this. Here, down by the station, you can still find miscellaneous "grey" markets where recycled woolies and socks can be had for maybe not a song but certainly a couple of notes.
Would you buy home-prepared meat-balls from this woman? Posted by Picasa

5 Comments:

Blogger luggi said...

My God, I would not!

May 20, 2006 6:51 pm  
Blogger Felicia said...

No meatballs for me either! I think the socks might be safe...not to eat.

May 20, 2006 9:19 pm  
Blogger Gerald England said...

Guess I'd better look out for the socks when I visit next month.

May 21, 2006 1:26 am  
Blogger Sarah said...

My first instinct would be to run from the meatballs, but who knows? They could be the best meatballs you've ever tasted.

May 21, 2006 3:45 am  
Blogger Simon said...

It never ceases to astonish me how absolutely vile the imagination is. My most interesting experiment was a fish dish somewhere in darkest Africa, literally. At night, eating by taste alone, the food was delicious. A few days later, recognising the same by name, I was horrified, then laughed. What do my intestinal villi care for white napkins. How many million “germs” do we ingest every day? I once worked as a KP (kitchen porter, i.e. slave) in an exclusive private clinic in Harley Street, London, and saw a chef spit into one of the pans. I was quite young, and quite shocked. “Yeah, I know, but yer not allowed to spit on the floor.” If hygiene bothers you, NEVER eat in restaurants, trust me.

May 21, 2006 10:35 am  

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