Son of Scotch Eggs!

Today's post is brought to you by the recurrent theme of Scotch Eggs.

So we've had another few weeks off getting our shit together. I think it's like in American TV when they take a break in the middle of the season. So now we're at Season Two Part Two and possibly approaching our season finale. What end story will we write for ourselves? Will the scotch eggs return to devour us all? Or is it Bubba Ho-Tep part 13 resurrecting yet again for another chomp at our brains?

Speaking of scotch eggs I should say that these images are from the Harwood Arms in Fulham (London I think) of a little pub who made it big last year with a gourmet menu. Never been there but those eggs sure look nice!

Here is me from Season 2 Part 2 Week 1 (okay now it's getting confusing - and pedantic). Chris was pretty knackered that day so slept it off leaving Dan and yours truly to come up with our own stuff. What I mostly remember is the sheer fun of getting back together after time off. Dan has gotten good though. I'm looking forward to where it will take us.
Also when Chris had woken up and it had gotten late we decided on a quieter thirty minute session (where I can control the volume on my drum machine). We did some good stuff and I was well chuffed when I learnt how Chris spontaneously vocalises nonsense lyrics. I listened, tuned in and became a fully fledged duel vocalist. Even though it was about sheep.

Week 2 we turned heavy metal.

Weeks 3 - 14 who knows? If I might get back to the TV analogy (heh, I said anal) it'll be like when the series stops doing one off/stand alone episodes and concentrates on doing an arc. It's like where the big bad turns up in the sub plots and escalates a conflict to the season finale. Something is baking here at Biscuit Stately Manor and we are preparing to slay with six and four stringed axes and er... pointed drumsticks.

Tune in soon for newer, exciting developments!

P.S. Ok I'll admit it, these eggs do look testicular...