In the late seventies , the good lady and I went on a Black Country Night Out with the firm I was working for in Henrietta St, a thoroughly enjoyable evening what with all the black country comedians and last but not least the faggots and pays the star attraction
Lyn while at school at St Peter's off Broad St in the 50's , I'd seen fresh faggots in our house , I couldn't stand the sight of them . Anyway as I used to come home for dinners I was merrily chomping away on what I'd been told was minced sausage meat thoroughly enjoyable , after clearing the plate of veg plus the meat . I was informed that if I could eat mashed faggots I could eat them in their original form . From that day to this I've loved them , I've also had pig's trotters in Ireland without any trickery being employed , sticky but very yummy