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    Originally posted by LondonManc View Post
    How very odd (as much NF's observation as your vinegar whiff!).

    Brown sauce or ketchup is the usual ask; ketchup tends to be sturdier stuff than the cheap tomato sauce that you get from burger vans and cheaper take-aways. While it's always good to see that an eatery has gone with Heinz Ketchup and HP Sauce, Daddies is a perfectly acceptable alternative, hence brown sauce being a sufficient ask.
    Good analysis
    The Chunt of Chunts.

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      Regarding the vinegar whiff - I recall in the days before squeezy bottles that the last bits of sauce had to be diluted with a drop of vinegar in order to get them out of the bottle.

      I also remember learning an early lesson in keeping a straight face when my dad picked up the brown* sauce from the table and gave it an almighty shake to loosen it up nicely - only someone had already used it and not replaced the top. I bet if i look closely there are still stains on the dining room ceiling.

      * - it would have been a brand called yorkshire relish which has sadly disappeared from the shelves

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        Originally posted by barrydidit View Post
        Regarding the vinegar whiff - I recall in the days before squeezy bottles that the last bits of sauce had to be diluted with a drop of vinegar in order to get them out of the bottle.

        I also remember learning an early lesson in keeping a straight face when my dad picked up the brown* sauce from the table and gave it an almighty shake to loosen it up nicely - only someone had already used it and not replaced the top. I bet if i look closely there are still stains on the dining room ceiling.

        * - it would have been a brand called yorkshire relish which has sadly disappeared from the shelves
        I remember that one, a top sauce.

        The best sauce story I have was when we lived in Thailand and my much younger bro was crying over his chips.
        My mum grabbed the "red" sauce and liberally applied.

        On eating the chips my brothers screams had got louder.

        Turns out it was proper Thai style chilli oil sauce rather than tomato
        The Chunt of Chunts.

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          Originally posted by MrMarkyMark View Post
          I remember that one, a top sauce.

          The best sauce story I have was when we lived in Thailand and my much younger bro was crying over his chips.
          My mum grabbed the "red" sauce and liberally applied.

          On eating the chips my brothers screams had got louder.

          Turns out it was proper Thai style chilli oil sauce rather than tomato
          "You’re just a bad memory who doesn’t know when to go away" JR

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            Originally posted by SueEllen View Post

            The worst bit, as far as my brother is concerned, is my mum still has the photographic evidence
            The Chunt of Chunts.

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              Originally posted by MrMarkyMark View Post
              The worst bit, as far as my brother is concerned, is my mum still has the photographic evidence
              I think you need to get a copy of her.

              After all it is your duty to make sure any off-spring he has or are just related to him know what the family gene pool holds.
              "You’re just a bad memory who doesn’t know when to go away" JR

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                Originally posted by SueEllen View Post
                I think you need to get a copy of her.

                After all it is your duty to make sure any off-spring he has or are just related to him know what the family gene pool holds.

                Once his children are older I will be doing exactly as you have advised
                The Chunt of Chunts.

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                  Originally posted by DaveB View Post
                  It's legal to distill in the UK provided you have a licence from HMRC to do so. They are free to apply for but they have a minimum still size of 1800Ltr below which they may just refuse to issue one. If they do issue one it is subject to you having bonded storage, accounting procedures and processes in place to pay the appropriate duty.

                  You can get a rectifiers licence which has less stringent requirements that would allow you to take distilled spirits and re-distill them to produce gin or other flavored spirits at the same or lower ABV.

                  Essentially they don't want you distilling at home and while they can't stop you, they don't have to make it easy.
                  I remember reading about that some months ago, presumably due to the story on "The Archers".

                  Dunno if I posted anything about it on here though.

                  The comment about "deemed amounts" by the HMRC wasn't a joke, someone got done for it & they just took a wild guess of what he might have distilled over n years 24 hours a day.

                  It turned out expensive.

                  He was caught when a plod spotted a condensor he'd just cleaned on the draining board.

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                    I didn't have much to do today beside the shopping, so what better than a trip to the tip!

                    Having loaded the car with a broken toaster and a toasted sandwich maker whose non-stick coating had started sticking to the sandwiches rather than its hot plates, and the broken microwave oven which was still in the place it had been left by a previous inhabitant when I moved here over twelve years ago (though it only broke about five years ago), I set off. The tip is the dead end of a not-very-wide road on an industrial estate and, when I got there, was temporarily closed while they moved one of the big skips around. This usually takes about ten minutes but today took nearly half-an-hour, by which time the queue was backed up down to the main road, and the only reason people weren't turning round and leaving was that they couldn't get out.

                    When we finally got in, one of the denizens of the tip apologised to me for the hold up as I was ditching the toaster in the "Small Appliances" skip, adding darkly "It's the driver's first day." It was clear from his manner that he was not convinced of the hapless newbie's suitability for the job

                    And so onward to do the shopping, it being one of those days when I didn't actually need that much but had a voucher for bonus Nectar points if I bought a suitably large quantity of alcoholic beverages, thus adding an extra ten minutes or so of wandering round the store trying to think of stuff to get so I wasn't just filling bags with booze at the checkout, which roars out "approval needed" for every item since the Sainsbury's staff took to not bothering to do age approval until you've scanned everything

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                      One bottle of OP consumed.

                      I now need to decide what to I should have....
                      "You’re just a bad memory who doesn’t know when to go away" JR

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