“… and that’s why I need you to take the power plant offline.”

I mean, sure, but I think it’s understandable that they assume that. Not many white Welsh people speak welsh, let alone POC. Surely you can just speak Welsh at them and surprise and delight them?

Given how much it seems to matter to you that fish head soup is a thing because you found it in a book, I retract my entire ‘point and argument’. It’s clearly as British as red double decker buses, fish and chips, self-deprecation, a vague sense of unease at our politicians behaving as if our country is in some way still important, kilts, Cornish pasties, lava bread and cockles, and an Ulster fry. You obviously know more about British food than I do, and are expert in all things and definitely not. to. be. trifled with. whereas I have probably never eaten food in my entire life. You’ve won a disagreement on the internet and will be able to feel powerful and vital for the rest of your day.

I grew up in Scotland.

Also doesn’t mean it’s a common British dish just because it appears in a cook book.

Peas are a shit vegetable and only get used a lot because they’re easy to freeze and just throw into a meal at the last moment. But they pollute the whole dish with their noxious flavor.

Oklahoma onion burgers absolutely are delicious and have become one of my favourites.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wm-rPBkW2o

I’ve never once eaten fish head soup, or been offered fish head soup, or seen fish head soup on a menu, or heard of any of my friends eating fish head soup. I’m, therefore, not convinced it’s ‘British food’. Does it come with gaslight sauce?

I scrunch down in the shower tray like a spatchcock chicken.

Pfft. Beginner.

Rotate like a rotisserie chicken.

The cheese doesn’t look completely melted.

John Carpenter?

Ah, no, indeed. I meant John Christopher. Thanks for the spot!

Also like all of those people are dead.

A lot of them are also fictional. Besides, death isn’t the handicap it used to be. Oh, Red Dwarf! Plus Blake’s Seven, Black Mirror, Inside Number 9, The Inbetweeners, Friday Night Dinner, Peep Show, Spaced, The Detectorists, The Thick of It, Happy Valley, Broadchurch, Luther.

Peaky Blinders. Derry Girls.

And Slow Horses, how could I have forgotten Slow Horses?

If that’s what attracts you from that list, that’s what attracts you, I guess.

Cheers, mate. My mum died a couple of years before him and he followed the same pattern as my uncle and both my grandfathers. Outlived their wives but died within two years after. Basically they all died of grief.

My wife’s younger than me so I keep telling her I’ll outlive her!

Anyway, I’m a plucky orphan now. I keep expecting Dickensian high jinks and a pick-pocketing mentor with a heart of gold.

And sorry to hear about your old people. It’s tough when you get to a certain age and can see the decline. My father-in-law is suddenly massively doddery compared to how he was just this time last year.

‘The Big Rhodes Ireland burger’.

I mean, all of that would make for a heck of a festival.

Did you not spot Blandings (which I prefer to J&W) in there?

Did something similar regularly when my dad was in a 2-year death decline. Leave work on the Friday, drive up to Scotland, spend Saturday making sure he had food, etc, drive home again on Sunday. But I wouldn’t do that for funsies.

Furriners? Small boats? Where’s my outrage bib?

I don’t much care for desserts but sticky toffee pudding is next level.