Saturday, 26 September 2009
A pub hidden from those banker types
At The Grapes, our new (16th century) local, having some traditional pub fare. It would be surprising that I've never tried mushy peas before, considering my mum use to make them from dried blue slip peas, unless you already know I'm a fussy brat. Our new local is a genuine English pub, with all the locals bringing their dogs and friendly banter.
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- Migration patterns
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- The Age of Ignorance, the Age of Stupid
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