Hotmetal There is a dimension between teatime and the cheese fondue… between the first pint of Double Diamond and the Bell’s or Irish Coffee at the end of the night. In the pit of man’s stomach… we call it the Twiglet Zone.
All massive blasts from the past…in our house, mainly around Christmas time…not the Fondue of course, far too posh for my parents. My dad loved making Irish coffee and floating the cream on it with the spoon….I liked drinking it to…there you go, I admitted it. I would still have a go today, except you have to use so much sugar to make the cream float, and I don’t use sugar.
One of the things I do remember were the family holidays to Butlins…don’t laugh, but I was only little, and I thought the place was magical….we used to go to the one in Bognor Regis. Disneyworld for the Brits.