Correspondence Notice, Manzine Issue IV: Piggy-Fiddling


David Baker of Finsbury and WIRED magazine writes regarding Peter Lyle's Scotch Eggs recipe in Manzine No.IV, Quarta Edizione: "Fresh from Manzine and totally delicious. Nice one." He also supplied the above photograph of his creation. Original Text from Manzine Supplied below.
Pork Of The Town: 
Black pudding vs Scotch eggs: hot-to-trot recipes for piggy-fiddling urbanites eager to harness the hunter spirit
On holiday in Burgundy this summer, Manzine met some picturesque Frenchmen who were gathered around a dusty-red Renault van observing the enamel bath they'd placed outside the village post office, filled with coals, and started a fire in, with which to roast the boar they'd stumbled upon up in the local woods that Sunday morning.
We got severe France envy. The nearest modern, city-dwelling Britman can get to the crispy, feral thrill of such feats of al fresco porcicide is to watch some videos about Texan rednecks hunting down feral hogs and then rustly up a once-dirty, waste-matter-heavy snack - black pudding for your mid-afternoon stained tracky fry-up, or Scotch egg for your inner barsnacker/prostate cancer-baiting student picnicker.
Though both dishes are now found in numerous classy-restaurant iterations, the pungent stench of despair, obesity and abattoir floors still clings comfortingly to both. They resist complete gentrification by their powerful ties to death and gristle. One of the best things on television was when a dear old granny in the Highlands showed fancy chef Nick Nairn how to make black puddings. Nairn banged on about classic undersung regional dishes while she started out with the patter and the weighing, but as soon as she poured the fresh pig's blood onto the oatmeal mix, he ran out the front to throw up.

Manzine No.IV: Available Now

ON THE COVER: The Feeling Of Wohlgefühl; photography by James Dimmock.
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MANZINE ISSUE IV: Featuring Male Phenomena:

• Simon Mills’ Confessions Of A Second-Hand Shop Pseud
• Magnificent Map Man Stephen Walter on the joy of Pencils
• Thoughts on life from Quincy Jones
Richard Benson’s Rage Against Unexpected Items The Bagging Area
• Alex Bilmes’ Notes Towards A Unified Economic Theory Of The New Politeness In Driving
Nuclear Bunkers: A Travel Special by Thomas Lovegrove
• Some Strong Emotions: Anger, Need, Sadness & Love.
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GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS: contributions from Kate Spicer (The Sunday Times), Lauren Cochrane (Vogue), Danielle Radojcin (Handbag.com), Becky Smith (Twin magazine) and more.
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FREE Fiction Extract By Dick Valentine (Electric Six): “Residential Intruders in the 21st Century:  Real Demons, Aliens and Monsters That Visit Me In My Apartment”
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PLUS: Interests, Pursuits & Furtive Pleasures: Glassware by Alex Rayner • Against The Cupcake by Caragh McKay • Black Pudding vs Scotch Eggs by Chris Hubbard and Peter Lyle • Apres-marathon Kebabs by Kevin Braddock (below) • Mountaineering boots and rainwear from OiPolloi.com • Wise Old Barbour Jacket • Bush • Tits • High-visibility Man •  Dada Muzik Reviews • Obsessive Compulsive Disorders • Grudge Walking.
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SELECTED EXTRACTS

Alex Bilmes: new thought on Polite Driving
Reconsidering the Kebab:
Various Bits
Manzine Logistics Department:

A final message (spotted at Charing Cross):





Manzine Mutt Of The Month, November


Name: unknown • Type: unknown • Location: waiting for owner outside Lidl, Torstrasse. Berlin • Likeability: 10/10

Angst am Morgen: A Field Guide to German Krauterlikors and the Headaches they induce.

Germany doesn't do things by halves, and those things include hangovers. While living in Berlin I felt compelled to try to find the most authentically German hangover – it didn't take very long really. I did it by picking up some minatures of krauterlikor (krauter means “herb”) and downing them every now and again, often before, during or after a few jars of Berliner Pilsner or Schöfferhofer Kristal.
In supermarkets and grocery stores, little bottles of krauter are often stocked right next to the till, adjacent to the chewing gums and mints, giving the impression they are for everyday, pick-one-up, down-it-and carry-on use. Pretty hardcore and carpe diem, yeah? I’m not so sure.
There is some interesting lore and myth attached to krauterlikors around their supposed digestive or medicinal properties. Well, I was walking down Kollwitzstrasse nursing a mild cold one boring afternoon, and decided to test the theory. I bought and furtively sank a 20ml minature of 35% Kuemmerling and immediately felt the need to sit down, feeling rough as ten bears. Suffice to say I don’t think there’s much evidence that they’re good for the health.
Still, I carried on questing through Berlin for the ur-hangover, and have tried quite a few different ones, in various states of sobriety. There are a number of different kinds and brands available in miniatures next to the tills: weizenkorns which are translucent, vodka-like distillations made from wheat; weinbrands (brandy, basically); and lots of different authentic krauters, the most conspicuous of which is Jägermeister. These are unctuous, opaque, mediaeval-looking concotions that resemble cough medicine in taste and hue. Most of them have wicked, Motörhead-ish old German typography on their labels, and though the alcohol content is on the whole lower than, say whisky or vodka, the other thing they have in common is that they tend to produce absolutely clanging hangovers, even without going mad on them.
Drink with caution, they say. Stimmt…*
Wurzelpeter Urwüziger Krauterlikor, “Das Original”, 30%

Description: the label shows a dwarf/elf in woods stirring a huge cauldron over a fire, so we’re in Brothers Grimm territory here. A drink as dark as midnight in the Schwarzwald.
Hangover: Grimm. I gave up half way through the bottle (it was like drinking witches’ wee), and even then ended up feeling terrible: sick, pained and confused.