It's odd isn't it. Big fan of bacon, big fan of ham, never had a pork pie. It somehow never appeals, especially as they're served cold. I only like warm pies (including fruit pies).

Giggity.

Failed to keep Rob Ford's big head out of my mind.

The best time to have a pork pie is when coming home from the pub a bit pissed. Especially if you dip the pieces into ketchup like some kind of navvy.

Shudders at the thought. You need Coleman's English mustard or at a pinch Keen's accompanied by a couple of nice pickled onions and small wedge of stilton.

Yeah, you are probably right. But drunk me always reaches for the ketchup first. Probably because it's the obvious big red bottle whereas the mustard jar is small, fiddly and hidden at the back of the fridge.

I always seem to come home with a Dominos pizza. I think it because its the only thing open and somehow a little voice tells me it'll be great idea. Plus, its just up the road from me.

I'm actually having pizza for tea. It's going to be a posh one with anchovies and proper mozzarella on cos I'm making it.

Not sure what we're having as we're going to the pictures in a few minutes. I'm leaning towards a couple of bowls of steamed mussels and clams at that place in Yaletown that we went to.

No match for a donner, I'm afraid.

Curried goat. Think I've ballsed up and put too much spice in. Just tried some and couldn't speak or 5 minutes

A great big hot beef sandwich smothered in gravy.

i don't get this gravy with a sandwich lark. Don't get it at all. Soggy bread?

I am a-making coq au champagne in Regina.

Shouldn't the champagne actually be red wine?

The idea of cooking in champagne seems very strange. Once you've boiled the bubbles out all you're left with is mediocre white wine, which you might as well start with in the first place.

I suppose your coq might appreciate the gesture though.