Sausages! Soh-suh-juhs! Do you remember, eh? Remember the dog, that dog, that dog on Esther, that's right, on That's Life with Esther Rantzen, that dog, it could say 'sausages' if a human manipulated its jaw? Then it said 'Esther' at the end of the item. Watching it now I'm more impressed with the manipulator's quiff. But those were the seventies, and we were easily impressed, as you can hear from the laughter of the audience who probably weren't even drunk. But that's not why I'm bringing up sausages. The subject, that is. I don't mean I've eaten sausages then been sick. I didn't have any sausages, but we'll come to that. I brought up the subject for the reason I'm about to give. This has just been a slick preamble.
Wine! Last night was wine night. Why does wine, or at least the wine I buy, so often say on it that it goes well with sausage and mash? It doesn't seem a very winey dish. Is it because I concentrate on reds? If I was more of a white inclination would I be constantly urged to drink it with a chip butty? They don't all say sausage and mash, the reds. I checked earlier. The last one did, as well as the shepherd pie suggested I was coincidentally able to comply with, and very nice it was too. Another one I checked (I really need to go to the bottle bank) said that it was good with game and stuff. So maybe it's just about pretention. I may never eat game again in my life, it wouldn't bother me.
I didn't have any sausages in. I saw some in the supermarket the other day, reduced to clear, but I didn't bother. But I did have mash. I tried it, with the wine. It was very disappointing. Was this due to the lack of sausages? And if so, how does that work? Would sausages alone with the wine have blown my mind, and the mash was needed to dilute them?
It's tempting to think that it's a load of rubbish.
Wikipedia, by the way, says that the first sausages were made by early humans. So all of you that keep going on about how dinosaurs made sausages, just shut up, you don't know what you're talking about.
that's all from me for now
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