Six sophisticated meals it's difficult but not impossible to eat on white bread, by a Northerner

FOREIGN foods, supposedly delicious, are bloody awkward to slap between slices of Hovis Farmhouse Batch. These are grudgingly workable:

Coq au vin

A classic french dish consisting of chicken in a pointless red wine sauce because they burn the booze off. Traditionally served with bacon, so lob a leg into a bacon butty. Precisely laid rashers will act as a sauce-proof bottom-sheet to protect the load-bearing slice from collapsing. Bon appetit. Which is French.

Difficulty rating: four

Pappardelle al Cinghiale

The earthy, rich Italian flavours of this Tuscan pasta and wild boar ragu is a builder’s dream. Al dente pappardelle strips are double-sided sticky seals laid across the base slice, or latticed if you’re poncey. Infill with boar chunks before pushing the top slice down hard. Eat on a moor overlooking a mill town, as in Tuscany.

Difficulty rating: six

Crab soufflé with a beef dripping jus

This filling is, frankly, farting above its arsehole. Light, fluffy and suspect, it does have a solid backing of beef dripping as chips used to be done in back when there were mines. Hoist a chunk of this onto your slice and hold gingerly, like a woman’s arm in public.

Difficulty rating: eight

Pho

As tough as it gets. Ideally put together in the back yard to avoid mess. Use crusts, wear hi-viz, prepare with butter and remember it’s about noodle count per square inch. Enhance with a squeeze of lime if you must.

Difficulty rating: nine

Steak-and-kidney pie, chips, peas, gravy and Yorkshire pudding

You could put the lot inside a big Yorkshire pudding and squash them between two oven-bottom barms, if you’re lazy or in a Harvester. Engineers, such as used to build ships up here before Thatcher, would instead squeeze the pie into the pudding and place upside-down on bread. Add a drystone wall of chips. Fill the gap with peas. Saturate with gravy.

Difficulty rating: zero, if you had the good fortune to be born north of Crewe

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'Of course I'd leave you for Susanna Reid, I'm not f**king stupid', says husband

A HUSBAND has explained to his wife that he would, without doubt, leave her for Susanna Reid at the first available opportunity. 

Charlotte Phelps sought reassurance from husband Martin that he would never abandon her for the Good Morning Britain presenter, to which he responded that he would not even pause to pack a suitcase.

Charlotte said: “He was giggling at her stupid jokes as though she was in the room and it would impress her, so I teasingly asked if he’d ever be momentarily tempted to ditch me if she threw herself at him.

“I was surprised to learn I could ‘keep the house, keep the car, and keep the f**king kids’ and that he would be on the first train to London to ‘kneel in worship between her thighs’ which sounds like he’d thought about it before.

“Shocked, I asked if he’d truly run out on the life we’d built together just to be with a breakfast show bimbo. He replied haughtily that she was a garlanded journalist and did more to hold Boris Johnson to account than his sycophants at the BBC.

“Then he turned and stared, contemplatively, at the television where she was discussing singing the national anthem in school, and mouthed ‘wait for me.’”

A spokesman for Susanna Reid said: “Ah, yes, we think we know this one. Number… 4,004, I think. He sends letters.”