Pissing myself thinking back.
The first time I ever went to Poland with our lass we went to her cousin's wedding. It was a late flight and her aunt picked us up from the airport, we got to her house about midnight. One thing you soon find out is when you visit someone it's not just a cuppa and biscuit they offer, no, they put a full spread on the table and insist you eat. Well, I can eat like a hoss so I tucked straight in, there was some strange sausage and I scoffed it down as you do, i questioned what it was to our lass, she asked her aunt and i got told it was a bear sausage, well i