Quack quack quack

"Quack quack quack" was something a Scottish man called Effing Charlie used to say when he wasn't effing. He used to drink in the John Baird, in Muswell Hill, about three refurbishments ago. He moved to The Isle of Dogs after that. He once told my mother in glowing and very very sweary terms what a nice man I was. I don't think he's on the internet, unfortunately.
My dinner, on the other hand, is on the internet. It was poached duck eggs, Marmite and buttered, toasted black olive sesame bread (Dan Lepard again). I've no dessert in, so wine will have to do.

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