so it was a helm after all

we visited mark's old man pub at the weekend -the angel or "world of brass" as it is also known...by me. we had a very irritating conversation about what the name was for a wheel on a ship. everyone was sure it had a common name they we all knew but none of us could put our finger on it. i asked my seafaring work collegue today and even he thought there was a name for it. we settled on helm or ships wheel. as we had on the day ( but if anyone has any ideas- answers on the back of a postcard or in the comments box).

so mark's pub....apart from being brassy they had strange little snacks around the bar. a plate of cubed cheese and a plate of brownies. ok strange but not unappetising. i ask around- anyone want some cheese? brownies. lisas took soem cheese, mark and i went for the brownie. it was the real moist kind with little bits of walnut in. i tucked in while mark went to the little boy's room.

except it wasn't brownie.

apparently my face was a sight. even when i was eating it i really wanted it to be brownie.

but it wasn't only then did i realise it really had a deep dark reddish colour and tasted more like black pudding......cold black pudding.

so my question is what pub.. even a brassy northern pub serves plates of cold, cubed black pudding on the bar. i wasn't happy. but of course i didnt say anything when mark came back from the lav. even with lisa a i cracking up mark still had no reason to suspect that his tasty choc brownie held a deeper secret. disappointing. very disappointing.