Just because it’s funny.
Check this out for a bit of urban eating action. The Marylebone Station Cornish Pasty free-for-all. Fat Eddie hangs out there all the time.
“Mostly it’s just bits of pastry,” he said, “but sometimes you’re talking mince, cheese, warm veg. Once I got the whole lot. Bloody marvelous.”
Then he showed me how it’s done.
“See, all I do is slip in under here… Like this…”
Nicely done Eddie.
“Result!” He said, coming out with a slice of carrot topped with runny cheese.
But then he showed me how he celebrates. Oh dear. It’s called ‘The Pasty Dance’.
This is it. The Pasty Dance:
Jesus.
He wanted me to join in. Needless to say I politely declined.