Just a note on black sausage. Some years back I worked in Manchester and made reasonably frequent trips to London. The best way between the two cities was the train and I mostly enjoyed a first class ticket which offered a delicious English hot breakfast in the morning or a traditional roast in the evening. On one such trip, I was about to enjoy my breakfast when a big, fat, snorting, belching Englishman sat down beside me. He proceeded to shovel his hot English breakfast down his throat like a fireman might shovel coal into the furnace of steam engine. A meal you or I would enjoy at a reasonable pace, he inhaled in minutes. At the centre of it all was a big, fat black sausage. I recall him swallowing this as if it were an oyster. From the moment, black sausage has been associated with big, fat, snorting, belching Englishmen. And I’ve never really had the appetite for it since. But Cordoba and passage of time have apparently softened my memory and so I tried the black sausage tonight. It was OK, it was quite OK, but not something I would try again. Some images, it seems, are too strong.
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That is a funny story! Black sausage doesn't look appetizing already and your story about that big, fat, snorting, belching Englishman makes it even less appetizing. Swallowing this as if it were an oyster? I think I got the picture.
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