Apparently they’ve been discontinued.

Brannigan’s make beef and mustard that clear my sinuses instantly. They’re hard to find now. The other ones I love that I get excited when I see are Roysters T Bone Steak Flavour crisps. They seem to only be found in vending machines.

Marmite is originally British, and that’s the version I’ve had. I’m not sure if the NZ version is the same, but marmite is a much stronger, sharper flavour to me. You need to use a lot less marmite than vegemite on your toast.

I like that people over here in the UK have started to call Red Coke ‘Full Fat’ Coke.

I recently had a Napoli Pizza. Toppings were tomato sauce & anchovies, nothing else. One of the best Pizzas I’ve ever had, for sure! It came from a very very good Italian restaurant, which undoubtedly was the saving grace.

Not watched that in ages! I live in Camden Town and I’m pretty sure the stairwell they use is in a local pub called the Lyttleton Arms I frequented in the Before Times.

Only if they get Jason Alexander to star in the advert. I demand it!

Tell that to my dad who wound up crushed between a car and a telegraph pole. The guy span because his rear brakes were knackered.

Absolutely - they found canned food from Napoleon’s time that was safe to eat.

If you’re ever in London, check out Chick’n’Sours (https://www.chicknsours.co.uk/). They do some of the best fried chicken I’ve had and their Chicken Thigh K-Pop burger is spectacular.

The British version is almost exclusively available in Scotland and is called a King Rib. It’s the patty (including BBQ sauce) dipped in batter then deep fried.

Served as a supper with chips. I recommend getting it in Edinburgh where you can get the full ‘salt & sauce’ experience. I have at least one at the Fringe…

I think that too, which is probably why neither of us are in the running for greatest racing driver ever. I mean, you might be. Are you Michael Schumacher typing with one of those head straws?

The problem with that is that both Senna and ‘The Michael’ were utter cunts, yet people didn’t seem to care about that. They were both more than willing to shamelessly cheat to win. Hamilton hasn’t had to do that.

I still love that scene in The West Wing.

Very much so - English mustard is more more akin to horseradish in spice level, and some are much hotter. Coleman’s is the ‘standard’ hot mustard, but you can get others that much hotter.

You definitely need ‘proper’ English mustard, not ball park or even french/Dijon. Coleman’s is the standard, but if you can find it Trackleman’s will rip your sinuses to shreds!

I’m shit at breath hold, but it’s actually easier with your face in the water. She would have done that breath hold in ‘static apna’, where you just float face down motionless on the surface.

This is like Tom Hardy claiming he’d be a member of the SAS, but he’s ‘too well known’ to be sent on missions.

I saw this and the first time I did it in public people looked at me like I was mad.

At the Edinburgh Fringe a couple of years ago I did go to see a performance of Hamilton (Lewis). It was the sleeper hit of that year for me - hilarious and brilliant. I’ve even got a copy of the script somewhere.