philmayfield

That's what I understood but then I've lead a very sheltered life!

The Italians seem to hold their mouth close to the plate and just shovel it in. I use a fork and twirl it round a desert spoon.

We should have a Nottsalgia annual dinner and give a prize to the most elegant eater - but who would be the judge?

My wife eats a burger with a knife and fork. I pick it up with both hands.

When I briefly worked in the leisure/catering back in those days the regular supplier of coffee was Standard Brands. They did have quite a range though.

This is the sort of advice we need. It’s good to be in the company of such elegant people.

Elegance and Newcastle. These are words that go together well!

I've been waiting for someone to recite that!

Thanks Beekay. It’s good to have an etiquette advisor on this forum. I’ll feel more at ease when I’m next sampling the Sat Bains tasting menu. Don’t want to let the side down.

Should you eat them off the back of a fork or should the fork be used like a shovel. Or do you skewer them on the tines. What does etiquette dictate?

No, I have one in stock and looking at it I can see that they would roll off!

No. That made it all the more remarkable. I’ve never seen peas eaten this way before. I have seen tea drunk from a saucer.

A Scottish doctor friend of mine always ate his peas from a knife. I marvelled at his dexterity. Is this a Scottish custom?

I’ve lived in the area for 56 years. I can see the tips of the twin towers of the Minster from my bedroom window. I came from Woodthorpe where we knew it as Suthull. I still call it Suthull. The indigenous people call it Southwell. That’s both the posh and not so posh. They do take a pleasure In correcting you though!

£335 for a taxi run in Just Jane and fully booked until 2020. They do require the money though to get her flying again.

Do recollect the names of the brothers? It’s a long shot but I may know them.

Actually getting out there and seeing where they lived is the most interesting part about it. Real social history.

All quite respectable out in the wilds of Lincolnshire and Derbyshire and Gloucestershire. The General cemetery was a bit scary though on a dark November afternoon. It was obviously the coming of the railways that brought my ancestors to Nottingham.

Do as I did. Get out and find the actual gravestones. A fascinating pastime!

Thick gravy on chips! One course of the Sat Bains tasting menu?

6” sounds a bit narrow for a sewer!

We are out of the village but the noise carries. A few drams before ‘dry January’ begins might send me into a deep slumber!

There were loads of fireworks for sale in Morrisons yesterday, not on the shelves, you had to show proof of age. Just something to wake me on New Year’s Eve. I’ve no interest whatsoever in celebrating. I always go to bed at 9pm to avoid any involvement. At least all this pseudo bonhomie and festive nonsense is nearly over and I can get back to my dull life!

Can you recollect his name?

Can’t be me then because I don’t live in a cottage and I don’t live within the bounds of a village!