"Don't get better than this, eh?"

Hmm. By sheer coincidence, tonight we're having roast shoulder of pork with masses of crackling, roast spuds, carrots and French beans from the veg plot. Mrs Steve will have her apple sauce with it, but that devil's vomit will come nowhere near my plate. Time to tun the oven on. Could it be better? Well, it could be a big free-range chicken with Steve's stuffing and Cumberland chipolatas, or a massive shoulder of lamb on the bone, I suppose...