And Talking of Bacon Grease …

I know I shouldn't mock American "food" (see the previous post's revelation of nine-pound tubs of U.S. bacon grease as a "GREAT GIFT IDEA!"), especially given the parlous state of British "cuisine". I just can't help myself.

So here, as a mea culpa, is what passes for fine dining on the bleak far east coast of Norfolk:

Ivy's Noted Tea Shop has been there my whole life but I've only been in once.

It serves the workers down on Great Yarmouth's docks area, doling out door-step butties and good, strong "brown". You don't go in there asking for a latte or sourdough bread. You go in there (at least I did, when I was carrying out a survey just down the road) for a whopping great bacon butty, crispy round the edges and dripping with grease the way it should be, and a thick cup of Builders' Brown to wash it down.

Properly delicious.

Bacon … Food of the Gods.

NFN Take 2 …

As Petrea couldn't see anything yesterday when clicking the link (Norfolk websites don't like crossing water), here's a screengrab …

Normal for Norfolk

Words fail me.

More Reasons to Love Where I Live

Norwich … Never a dull moment.
Today's headline is above.

See also, from last year …

WTF Monday - Don't Question Authority

Mercifully, I was born rebellious …

… otherwise I could have spent the whole day standing in a corner of the car park.

WTF Monday - Normal For Norfolk (Again)

WTF Monday - Normal For Norfolk

Some folk like to live the dream, but here in Norfolk we prefer to live your creepiest nightmares.
Where's the fun in going to sleep if you don't wake up screaming?

Am I the Only Person Who Sees It?

Norwich is a fucking weird place. A giant octopus lands on top of the Guildhall and everybody looks the other way.
Click on the photo to enlarge it and see if you can find anyone who has noticed it.
It was there!
Honest!
Or did I dream it?

NFN - Just Another One of Those Days

Hokay … so a giant octopus is eating the Guildhall …

This is Norfolk … These things happen. Get used to it.

WTF Monday - Buy One, Get One Half Price

The good folk of Morris were in the city this weekend, blending in to the local street scene with their customary flair for camouflage.

Just A Normal Norwich Sunday Afternoon

Meet the Promettes.
I dunno … I pop into the city for coffee with Gerry and I get kinda persuaded by the lovely Francesca (aka Miss High Leg Lick) to take a bunch of photos.

You know how it is: you start chatting to someone and the next thing you know, you're part of a drag troupe of majorettes in pink air hostess jackets dancing through the city to gloriously trashy disco songs from the seventies and eighties.

This is the guitar solo from Electric Dreams, played with passion (insert your own air guitar noises here).

That's Jamie Oliver's restaurant on the left, getting a free cabaret. What's not to love?

Anyhoo … lots more of these photos should be hitting their website and FB page soon, but now I'm gonna have to leave the computer alone for a bit and dance round the room to Donna Summer.

Welcome to Normal For Norfolk.

Dress to Express

More fabulosity to follow …

WTF Monday - Eat Your Heart Out, Metropolis

Best city in the world.