tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481691725314537521.post7839474560628946872..comments2023-09-20T14:34:21.102+02:00Comments on Postcards from the Gods: Kebab - The Royal CourtAndrew Haydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05568061302451610140noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481691725314537521.post-21981963617035662072007-10-31T23:11:00.000+01:002007-10-31T23:11:00.000+01:00It was in your comment on my Guardian one about BM...It was in your comment on my Guardian one about BME playwrights.Andrew Haydonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568061302451610140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481691725314537521.post-17688025926625844542007-10-31T22:51:00.000+01:002007-10-31T22:51:00.000+01:00As I said to you at the time (but am quite chuffed...As I said to you at the time (but am quite chuffed with it so I'm going to show it off here), it seemed ironically symbolic when the two male characters, going into reveries about the Romanian dishes they were missing, mentioned first <I>ciorba de burta</I>: my phrasebook describes this sardonically as soup made with "a small amount of vegetables and a large amount of beef tripe".<BR/><BR/>I also kept remembering our exchange somewhere on here a little while ago when I was musing about "multiculturalism" now including A8 nationalities and you hoping that it wouldn't just result in plays telling Poles how hard it is to be Polish in Britain...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com