tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395480011266096789.post5026861596304251943..comments2014-09-29T18:40:26.118+01:00Comments on Jennifer Hodgson: ANACHRONISMS, SLIGHT RETURNJENNIFER HODGSONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393046754252807306noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395480011266096789.post-83151121262071492412009-03-26T13:07:00.000+00:002009-03-26T13:07:00.000+00:00First of all, are you in Blighty and haven't told ...First of all, are you in Blighty and haven't told me? Second of all Jonathan Coe is one of my favourite writers, the Rotter's Club is lovely and slightly alien for someone who grew up in a posh bit of the capital in the 90s but many themes resonate. Please read What A Carve Up And The House Of Sleep. Don't read The Closed Circle.<BR/><BR/>BTW My boss' starter quotidien is prawn cocktail with avocado. Children of the 80s tend to stay there.Sazziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04555490128956968451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395480011266096789.post-73438925469563414502009-03-19T21:56:00.000+00:002009-03-19T21:56:00.000+00:00(Also, I almost lived in Peckham with a bunch of C...(Also, I almost lived in Peckham with a bunch of CSM types once. There were no profiteroles there then, either.)JENNIFER HODGSONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17393046754252807306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395480011266096789.post-72376870419831292392009-03-19T21:55:00.000+00:002009-03-19T21:55:00.000+00:00D'ya know what, I was just about to claim that pro...D'ya know what, I was just about to claim that profiteroles were still very much alive and well in Hull. As evidence, I was going to turn the Whistling Goose, a BOGOF "family pub" on a roundabout near my house.<BR/><BR/>In this instance, however, the profiteroles are imaginary, not immanent. On consulting their online menu, I see that though the menu includes Prawn Cocktail and Fish n Chips, there's also Piri Piri Chicken Skewers, Tortilla Melt and (gasp) Banoffee Pie!<BR/><BR/>Perhaps Hull's not such a throwback, after all.<BR/><BR/>(Oh Christ, I am absolutely living up to the Hullian's proudly downwardly-mobile, self-mythologising rep. here, aren't I?)JENNIFER HODGSONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17393046754252807306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395480011266096789.post-24318268406968808192009-03-19T16:55:00.000+00:002009-03-19T16:55:00.000+00:00ha ha, the 1990's Hull childhood - of course, ...ha ha, the 1990's Hull childhood - of course, being a child in Peckham in the 80's I was constantly on the look out for Del Boy and Rodney, and developing a distinct animosity towards anyone norf of the rivva. Special occasions meant a trip to Pizzeria Castello off the not to salubrious, yet still south, Elephant & Castle roundabout, where, before the americanisation of all good budget restaurants who now do "banoffee-coffee pie", or somesuch, the dessert trolly always seemed loaded with that irrestistable 80's fave - profiteroles... where have all the profiteroles gone?The Coelacanthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222451453296528498noreply@blogger.com