We're getting a consignment of wood pigeons this saturday from our butcher. So off to the library we went to do some research on how to best cook it. His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem, PA/PR Gromit and The Nashman have high culinary standards you see.
The college library is much quieter and conducive to serious intellectual pursuits now that the summer school students from 'Tate have been banished, back to where they belong across the pond. They've been replaced by French Ecole students who seem to spend more time smoking spliffs in the courtyard although they appear to study harder, always with their books. Morever, they're better to look at than the previous noisy Kanos clad in Gap, Abercromwhatever and Fitch, and oversized t-shirts. Yuck, hindi haute couture. I've written to the dean imploring him to admit only good looking summer school students next time who don't use the word 'like' in every sentence.
Aaaaanyways, HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit browsed through the classical texts for culinary inspiration.
Hmmm, the Greeks always seem to be in a state of undress. They've just killed a horse. Yum.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit look out into the square. There were large groups of peasants about.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit then went to the Natural History Museum and couldn't hide their disgust at the rows of cabinets displaying stuffed avians! This undignified treatment of birds must stop. They shouldn't be ogled behind glass but given a proper sending off, browned in a skillet with hot oil then baked in the oven with its own juices.