THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

One of the snacks we got was something called a Scotch egg.  I don’t know if you know what a Scotch egg is, but as we learned, it’s a hard-boiled egg, wrapped in sausage meat, breaded, then fried.  Looking out the hotel-room window we see a British gentleman right out of central casting walking down the street.  Maybe, like, sixty years old.  Wearing a nice black suit and a bowlerish-style black hat.  A proper gentleman.  So, of course, the first thing that comes to your mind is… I wonder if… from up here… can I hit that guy with this Scotch egg?  I mean, throwing a bag of chips (sorry, crisps) out a fifth-floor window at someone doesn’t make sense.  It’d take a while to get down there… it’s an odd object to throw, and obviously, the wind would be a factor.  But a Scotch egg is perfect.

Diamond/Beastie