Graham collects chat up lines. ‘How do you like your bacon for breakfast?’ is his favourite. Although he’d never chat anyone up. In fact, the very idea of talking to people, let alone a woman, makes him sick. He just likes writing them down, shivering with disgust at every word.
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‘What’s that?’ Patricia said, pointing to the black pudding rings. ‘What is that?’
‘S’made frae blood, buckets o' blood stirred an' stirred till it sets, an' spices added, an' herbs.’
Patricia felt her stomach turn.
‘Nothin' wasted here.’ Dudley showed her a jar full of pickled eyeballs looking all ways.
The emphasis upon one constituent over another is unfair. Bacon, sausage and eggs, can be switched around at will and without prejudice. Sometimes, black pudding is thrown in,diversity making the Traditional English more rich and satisfying. They all compliment each other and ultimately, go down the same way.
Douglas is vegetarian. Wasn’t always so. But he works with meat, blood on his hands all the hours of his day, and the smell on him, making him gag sometimes. Dominique makes him shower before they kiss. Still the smell lingers in his hair, and meat caught under his fingernails.
Marbled meat. God, how he hated it. But it was the only thing Bear would consume. Raw flanks of lamb and cow made for the bulk of
his fridge now, pushing asparagus into the egg drawer and snowpeas into that spot where the butter should be. Forget room for custard!
in less than fifty words...
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