Once more I arrived,
Arrived at the hotel.
Been there many times,
Doing business on the morrow.
Had dinner in the evening,
A couple of drinks,
Then to bed,
Need to be fresh in the morning.
Got up refreshed,
Had my shave and shower.
Now came the best part,
Down to restaurant
For breakfast.
Knew the hotel well
And knew what I would have.
Walked in and sat down,
A fellow business man was there,
A stranger to me,
Sitting at another table,
We nodded at each other.
I ordered my breakfast,
“Full English please,
Round of toast,
And some coffee”.
After a little while
Two waiters returned,
Both with trays full of food.
One came to me,
The other went to the other man,
Plates before us,
This luxury on a plate.
I looked at the food before me,
And then almost in unison,
We both said,
“Where’s the Black Pudding!”
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This story is true. Before I retired I was employed by a computer software company and I used to travel all over the country (England) to install or modify software ( this used to happen when it took two days on site to do the installation, at the end of my career it used to take a couple of hours sitting at my desk, how computing changed). I used to stay in hotels and there was one in Hexham, Northumberland that I went to quite regularly and the staff got to know me. The breakfast was always a delight and for those who do not know what a Full English is it is Fried eggs, bacon, sausage, mushroom, tomatoes, fried bread and Black Pudding. This morning the Black Pudding was missing and both myself and the other guy, unknown to me, said "Where is the Black Pudding?" - They had run out of it for some strange reason.
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I also enjoy a Full English and it's sure not the same without black pudding. One thing I've never enjoyed with it is/are sauces - All those flavours - why spoil them with gunk? Much enjoyed the write Andy.
Forgot to mention it - great clip.
Thank you Michael. Yes there is nothing to be added to the Full English.
Nothing beats a good protein breakfast to bolster against our inclement weather dear friend - -can imagine your surprise at what was missing that memorable day...... hope it was put right for your next visit. A telling verse and thanks for sharing its tasty lines Goldy.
Thanks Fay. Yes it was the only time that I can remember that vital part of breakfast missing in that Hotel.
A good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
And Quite right too must keep the hotel staff on their toes An enjoyable poem with humerous overtones thankyou
My pleasure moordy, and thank you.
Thank you for sharing although the ends not my cuppa tea!
But when I was told to eat it, ketchup was a must!
I understand that some will not eat it but we are all different and that is what makes life so wonderful.
WOW UNCLE ANDY ~ Highbrow today WAGNER & The VALKARIES ~ awesome ! Loved it especially Den Grossen Frauen ! Im back from teh Field Trip ! We did have BLACK PUDDING with Full English @ the Hostel so there is a GOD. Loved the Poem its not the abundance of the things we have that makes us satisfied it is the ONE thing that is missing (in this case BP) that makes us SAD. That is a Principle in so many walks of life ~ and even to my mind there is a sense of "incompletness" in the 21st C ~ English Mustard ~ HP Sauce ~ Lump Sugar ~ Porrige ~ Leaf Tea ~ Suet Puddings ~ Thick Toast ~ Full Cream Milk & Tangerines that peel easily and taste sweet & Stoneless Dates in long thin Boxes @ Christmas. At 35 I must be getting middle-aged and nostalgic for the 20th C ! When I moved in Ultra Evangelical Circles (Open Bretheren) many of the Elders would not eat BLACK PUDDING because it contained BLOOD (Acts 15 v 29) !
Thanks for your POST it stirred memories of BP Butties in Liverpool !
Blessings & much JOY to You and JOYCE
Love in the Spirit BRIAN & ANGELA (4pm ~ Sleeping !) 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you A and B, those foodstuffs you mention I agree with them all except maybe lump sugar as i do not have sugar in tea or coffee. We have leaf tea, Rwunda Burundi, it is a stronger version of Kenya Tea.
Since my op last year i would not be able to eat a full english but i do recall the pleasure of breakfasting 'out', the meals arrival and consumption.
Truly happy food to start the day off right.
Thank you d a, yes it is a great start to the day, or it was when I used to travel the country, I just have my muesli now.
I so often reminise about my days at Dacorum College, in Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, and the cottage I rented in the village of Bovingdon, for that period.
I love global cuisine - from Japan to Hawaii, and I love to cook, but that's a tentacle for another story.
I can still smell what I often had with Mrs. Sharpe, my landlady - the main house was just across the garden.
Bacon cooked in lard, and then fried toast, and who can forget the English sausage (still love it).
Somehow don't remember the black pudding though.
Then on my million trips to London, always enjoyed the English sausage at the intercontinental, at Hyde Park.
Thnx for taking me there.
My pleasure Suresh. I too like all foods from all over the world and I too have cooking as one of my passions.
Sausages are sent to enthrall us and we have a local butcher who makes sausages and has won National prizes for them, they are wonderful.
GF60 you're making me hungry. Maybe wife and I will hit a breakfast restaurant,tomorrow for a treat. Thanks for wetting my appetite. Nice poem. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, enjoy your breakfast.
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