egg bacon chips and poetry

Mr Tim Wells emailed me yesterday to let me know that the book featured in his poem Number 2 Breakfast; all about Rossi's and regular customers Gilbert and George. He said it was OK to cut and paste the poem so here it is. I think it's fantastic, it makes me rather proud. And the YouTube clip above features him reading it, and other things.

Number 2 Breakfast

Gilbert and George are those loveable tosspots
Who’ve made art of skinheads, shit, spunk and
Put their bare bottoms onto stained glass,
Oft times they dine in the same caff as me.
I love a good caff.
The whole history of our country is there;
The Dark Ages of black pudding,
Jam and toast’s Tudor robustness,
The imperial glory of the fried egg,
Industrial baked beans’ revolution,
Tolpuddle Martyrs mushrooms,
The humble banger … ‘this was their finest hour’,
And the insipid gentrification of the vegetarian option.
There’s an honesty to their platters.
Even if the clock is slow – it’s telling the right time.
This particular palace, Rossi’s
Is featured on p112 of Russell M. Davies’ book
Egg Bacon Chips & Beans
The entry notes
‘the biggest sauce bottles you have ever seen’.
Indeed it is a fine establishment.
Wood, metal topped tables, cheeky waitresses
All the necessaries.
A decent breakfast serves not only body,
But nourishes soul and feeds one’s character.
On this particular day the cook had noted
Posters papered opposite for the chap’s latest show
‘Was Jasus a Homosexualist?’
Not one to be outdone he prepares
And personally serves two
Steaming plates of the full Monty.
Regular punters looked on astonished
At this hand delivered special …
The fried eggs arrayed as eyes, the beans as hair
Black pudding nose and the sausages a beaming grin.
With the plates laid in front of them
The chaps look down, as deadpan as frying pan,
And exchange plates.
When George asks Gilbert to pass the brown sauce
A hush falls.

Tim Wells

Comments

[Richard the Courier]

I was a motorcycle courier for some time and love my fish and chips. I was trying to find a chippy open on a Sunday night when I found TJs Place in Sheen, SW14 - advertising fish and chips on their window.
I've eaten fish and chips in Lisson grove, Waterloo Stn and WC1 but TJs Place eclipses them all, and the portions are huge.
The best fish and chips now comes from Upper Richmond Road SW14

[Mark]

Minty's Cafe, Bailie Gate Trading Estate, Upton, Poole, Dorset. Brilliant traditional English grub, fantastic full English Breakfast, well run one man show, reasonably priced & plenty of character.