East of the M60 is now 667 posts old, therefore as a consequence our previous post was the six hundred and sixty-sixth post (a.k.a The Number of the Beast).
Thanks to the joys of Whit Friday, The Neighbour of the Beast (O.K., I know some pedant may say 668 is the Neighbour of the Beast given the odd/even nature of our streets) will be allocated the ‘…From Hell’ type post originally diagrammed for 666.
And if we really want to be truly pedantic, we could claim this post to be Post 666 as the first post was a common and garden ‘Hello, I’m Stuart Vallantine, and I’m the genius behind East of the M60‘. So to speak, ‘to Hell with it…’
Sit back, relax, pour yourself a glass of water and add two Alka Seltzer (highly unrecommended on species of the avian kind).Continue reading “The Tinned Pie’s The Limit: Convenience Food Guilty Pleasures: Feast of the M60”