Perlooshed? That’s not a word!
That’s as maybe, but in my mother’s vernacular – although I don’t know how she’d spell it – it means full. Stuffed. No room for any more. So rammed full of food you’re ready to explode; which is, I think, a large part of what this blog is going to be about. I’d love to write about politics, maybe wry witty observations on the world, perhaps music and the latest trends, but no. I’m making a choice and I’m going down the food route.
When I get around to it (and let’s face it, I’ve had some loooong layoffs) I’ll be looking into food and drink in Manchester (my home these days), the UK (my country, for better or worse) and the wider world (where I’ve been quite a bit lately).
Enjoy and get in touch!