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A recently screened episode of Emmerdale included an attempt by barmaid Bernice (Samantha Giles) to get rid of the huge number of sausages she’d ordered in a failed attempt to win over a handsome local supplier.
It was, therefore, no coincidence that I was served a large Cumberland sausage and a dollop of mash to enjoy with my drink in the Woolpack. Freshly cooked and appetising, it posed no problem to my dining partner, and even inspired envy in the other extra who was directed to join us. (It’s a shame that you can’t see either of them in the screenshot.)
However, it’s been many a long day since I ate meat and I also loathe mashed potatoes. So, I reluctantly poked at the sausage and pushed the mash around the plate. Urged by my partner to make it more convincing, I actually raised a forkful of mash to my lips but, especially as it had been in contact with the dreaded sausage, allowed it no further. If only I’d been able to hand the whole plateful over to the chap who would have enjoyed it (!), but it’s not the place of an extra to improvise. We did several takes and my performance, such as it was, aroused no criticism from the powers that be, so I assumed that it had passed muster.
What goes around comes around, as they say. I’m not allowed to divulge forthcoming story lines, of course, but what I can tell you is that I took part in a scene this week that involved a plate of delicious cakes. Just about to choose one and sink my teeth into it, I was whisked away to sit elsewhere with nothing but a mug of lukewarm coffee in front of me. Nemesis, perhaps?
2 February, 2014