Calming the (in)famous Yorkshire Wallet

[60800]

The rocket cannot go in 'reverse'

[mr B]

Ay up!

The difference is simple.

If the stars come out of the back end, it's a rocket.

If the stars come out of the front end, it's a Gresley V2!

Seeemples!

Actually, I thought of renaming 4771 "The Permanent Exhibit!"

looks like someones been on the mushy peas , and tell blackout 60800 to mind the 'dirty great big black puds'
thinking about it a yorkshire lad with out his pud's ,and I'll bet mrs BB's come better than aunt bessy's !

mr B

[Mrs BB]

The rocket cannot go in 'reverse'

Well, well, you live and learn....

[Mrs BB]

looks like someones been on the mushy peas , and tell blackout 60800 to mind the 'dirty great big black puds'
thinking about it a yorkshire lad with out his pud's ,and I'll bet mrs BB's come better than aunt bessy's !

mr B

Mrs BB is indeed renowned.

My puddings ain't bad, either.

Mrs BB
Chairperson
Albuquerque Women's Institute (Militant Division)

[Blink Bonny]

The rocket cannot go in 'reverse'

Ay up!

Let me put it this way. The rocket had a full biological and nuclear capability. The only reason neither were used is because of desperate acts of heroism be members of what we'd call today Special Forces. If the rocket did go into reverse, you'd be going well to beat me 'cos I'd be making an attempt on the world land speed record using whatever footwear I had on at the time!

As for the puds? Mr B, Mrs BB Yorkie Puds are truly delightful. That's one of the reasons I am the shape I am!

[strang steel]

I trust that Mrs BB does not make the non-Yorkshire individual puddings?

Only one large one placed underneath the roasting joint, and catching all the drips from the meat would do for a true Yorkshireman.

Delia does a reasonable effort here:-

http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/cuis ... dding.html

Of course, I have no idea why I am telling you this with so much confidence because I am not a Yorkshireman.

[Mrs BB]

I trust that Mrs BB does not make the non-Yorkshire individual puddings?

Only one large one placed underneath the roasting joint, and catching all the drips from the meat would do for a true Yorkshireman.

Delia does a reasonable effort here:-

http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/cuis ... dding.html

Of course, I have no idea why I am telling you this with so much confidence because I am not a Yorkshireman.

Strange though it may seem, Mrs BB is not a Yorkshireman, either.

Mrs BB
Regional Finalist 'I'm Not A Yorkshireman, Get Me Out Of Here'

[Blink Bonny]

Ay up!

Ye Gods, SS you are making my mouth water. I've dribbled all down my Welsh rugby shirt. Oooooooooooh, mega Yorkies roasted under the meat!

You know, for a Black Country wench, born and bred, Mrs BB does some cracking Yorkshires.

[mr B]

Ay up!

Oooooooooooh, mega Yorkies roasted under the meat!

You know, for a Black Country wench, born and bred, Mrs BB does some cracking Yorkshires.

I hope its puds were thinking here and not the canine variety



mr B

[giner]

Woof Woof! There was I, just scant days ago, drooling about Pukka Pies and now it's Yorkshire pudding. My Welsh rugby shirt, too, will be a mess. Now, in popular lore, most mother-in-laws are pretty much reviled. However, mine was of the Rotherham persuasion and her Yorkshire puddings, of the big under-the-joint variety, were to die for. Ladle in the onion gravy and you could take on the world. In case the missus is reading this, I will say that she learnt well from her mother.

[strang steel]

Ay up!

Ye Gods, SS you are making my mouth water. I've dribbled all down my Welsh rugby shirt. Oooooooooooh, mega Yorkies roasted under the meat!

You know, for a Black Country wench, born and bred, Mrs BB does some cracking Yorkshires.

I also expect that she can rustle up a good bit of Parkin when asked nicely?

I shall be doing Yorkshires meself tomorrow afternoon, and have a decent rib joint to go with them. Yum.

[Autocar Publicity]

strang steel and Mrs. BB must have Yorkshire blood in their family tree somewhere. Certain things, like farming and railways, are in the DNA. I've never subscribed to the cricket club's theory about having to be born in the county to qualify as a Yorkshireman. The ability to cook a decent pud is a much better test of nationhood.

There's lots of Welsh shirts on, shows the high level of judgement on here. Great game, a real snorter. Good play by both sides.

[mr B]

gosh a viewing of over 4070 and not an open wallet in sight,

tip, good use for one of mrs BB's yorkshire's - a turntable


mr B

[Blink Bonny]

Ay up!

A famous victory for the boys in red - BRING ON THE ITALIANS!!!!!

Yorkie DNA? An interesting possibility. She does have ancestors in Leeds in the 18th Century. Maybe that's the reason.

Anyway, there's a few cans of Mild with my name on 'em. Let the party begin

fortissimo

"For we were singing

Hymns and Arias

Land of My Fathers

All Through the Night!!!

[Mrs BB]

Ay up!

Oooooooooooh, mega Yorkies roasted under the meat!

You know, for a Black Country wench, born and bred, Mrs BB does some cracking Yorkshires.

I hope its puds were thinking here and not the canine variety



mr B

Nah, not enough meat on a canine rat.

You get bostin' crackling from a labrador, though.

Mrs BB
Winner Of The Mrs Joyful Prize For Cruel And Unusual Raffia