Coyote likes it hot and juicy in the studio. I like it quick and saucy when I'm out and about.
During our journeys around Wales we often spot things that make us ponder. We might pause in a lay-by to stretch our legs and see a little bird pecking the ground that makes us question the importance of material possessions. It might happen that we take a wrong turn and see a beautiful derelict church that brings us to think about the impact of religion on today's modern society. Or we could stop in some grotty industrial estate in the arse-end of nowhere for a fag and see a sign that reminds us how much we love bacon.
Bacon. All sizzling and aromatic. Grilled, fried or griddled; streaky or back; crispy or pink...it's marvellous. Ketchup or HP Sauce; tasty rashers lovingly yet firmly embraced by two pieces of fresh, moist, buttered bread. Oh yeah. It's practically pornographic. Porkographic, if you will.
Pigs are stout,
pigs are kind;
pigs are seldom clean.
and tail behind...
and bacon in between.
I'm off for a cold shower. And a bacon butty. Phwoar.