Extract

This is the openiong to Oyster, a gastronomic history:

“The Celts did not hold with writing things down; they saw it as weak-minded. The proper story teller should remember. He should remember things from his father, that came from his father, and from his father…if he could imagine that far back – all the way back to New Grange Barrow, on the river Boyne, 3,400 BC, perhaps and probably before, as if there existed some perpetual line of Druid storytelling that would stretch so far.”

And this is my review of the Booker Prize winner 2016

Hey, Marlon, man. Me hear you wun something… Yeah, man, the Man Booker. What’s that man, Man Booker? Man it is the Man Booker, man. Wassat, man? A book prize, man, the Man Booker. Bookerr, like a book of something? Is a name, man, that’s all, man. Wot you doing writing books down here…? Is that wot they reading in Sandals? Yea, in Sandals in their sandals, reading. Wot you wrote? Me wrote, man. We spend our lives trying to get up there where they are reading about what its like down here? I guess. Is it any good? Wassat? Yerbook, man, you Man, book, man? Yeah its magnanimous, wonderlicious. Maybe I read it. Why you wanna read it? You live it. Me live it. The madness, you know.

Usually they are bit straighter than that, but sometimes, you know you want to have some fun.