Potato Cakes

Actually I call these potato scones.

This mornings breakfast was thrown in the sink in a fury whilst I waved a tea towel at the smoke alarm as it screeched at me.

My potato scones reminded me of Garth Meranghi's Darkplace, a comedy show that I was introduced to. Very funny stuff.

Quote: "For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat...I'd seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but? this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take 'em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. I ain't never going back? not never."

I guess it's probably funnier if you actually watch the episode! I'm Scottish myself so I don't mind laughing at this. It reminds me of my clubbing days in Glasgow ;)