Our intrepid reporter spent Monday evening in London in the company of some nice people from Pork Farms Bowyers. In case you're wondering, that's not as strange as it seems - they make pork pies of all sizes and persuasions, and, if you were listening last year (keep up at the back), were big in the whole European regional status for Melton Mowbray debate.

Ooh, look at us. It's all gone serious. The next thing you know, we'll actually be following the news and writing proper analysis and everything.

Anyway, where was I? Yes, pork pies. And tasting thereof.

Our man down south says their Medium Pork Pie is rather respectable - "excellent" in fact. How does he know? Well, it's a long story, involving an invite to a party at Jongleurs, a while spent listening to some rather good comics (Dom Joly, Paul Tonkinson et al), several pints, a huge buffet and a goody bag of rather good (and large) pork pies.

But let it not be said that here at pie-man towers we can be swayed by the delights of a PR junket. Our man assures me he was sober (ish), and escaped before the disco dancing started. We believe him...

He reckons his freebie pies were pretty good - not too much fat, or jelly, and some nice meat (no chewy bits or gristle). For a mass-market pork pie, the boys done ok. Shame about their disco dancing, but you can't have everything.

Labels: comedy pies