Bags full of severed cat heads found near curry mile

[stony]

Don't - this is Great Britain - it's baked beans for me from now on

I've been inside the Heinz factory in Wigan, I won't elaborate for fear of you going all Karen Carpenter.

Prey tell......Heinz 59 are my favourite baked bean.

Surely you mean Heinze 57 ? Anyway, it was fucking manky. Looked like the inside of a mad scientists lab. Big vats of bubbling unidentifiable gloop and most of it splattered all over every surface, including the walls.
In contrast I've been inside the Caterpillar plant and it was fucking spotless, you could eat your dinner off the floor.

 

[Mr Ed (The Stables)]

I love a curry but I hate cats. This thread is certainly a poser.

No it's not. Mmmmmmm cats curry.

Here's a great recipe to make "Cat/Rabbit Tikka"

Low fat large Natural yoghurt 400g x 2

1 chef spoon Tikka paste

1 chef spoon of tandori paste

1 chef spoon of kashmiri massalla

1 TBSP of:

Mix powder (which is an equal measuring spoon of Raja Curry Powder x 4-Tumeric x 3-Paprika x 3
Coriander powder x 3-Cumin powder x 3-Garam massala x 1 (heaped)

fenugreek leaves

Just over ½ TBSP of:

Garem massalla
1 chef spoon of mustard seed oil
Juice of 1 natural lemon and some jest
Red food colouring a sprinkle
1 chef spoon of garlic ginger paste
½ chef spoon of garden mint sauce

Add yoghurt to bowl then add all ingredients and mix well.
Now pour over diced chicken breast and marinade.

Cat will never have tasted better..........or just some organic chicken breast!!

Great recipe though this for Tikka style meat.

 

[mr t]

I've been inside the Heinz factory in Wigan, I won't elaborate for fear of you going all Karen Carpenter.

Prey tell......Heinz 59 are my favourite baked bean.

Surely you mean Heinze 57 ? Anyway, it was fucking manky. Looked like the inside of a mad scientists lab. Big vats of bubbling unidentifiable gloop and most of it splattered all over every surface, including the walls.
In contrast I've been inside the Caterpillar plant and it was fucking spotless, you could eat your dinner off the floor.

I love Heinz soups - Vegatable, Tomato, Lentil, Mushroom, Chicken etc mmmmmm................

 

[mcfcinprague]

I've been inside the Heinz factory in Wigan, I won't elaborate for fear of you going all Karen Carpenter.

Prey tell......Heinz 59 are my favourite baked bean.

Surely you mean Heinze 57 ? Anyway, it was fucking manky. Looked like the inside of a mad scientists lab. Big vats of bubbling unidentifiable gloop and most of it splattered all over every surface, including the walls.
In contrast I've been inside the Caterpillar plant and it was fucking spotless, you could eat your dinner off the floor.

How do you cook caterpillar and what do you have as the side dish?

 

[york away to this!]

Prey tell......Heinz 59 are my favourite baked bean.

Surely you mean Heinze 57 ? Anyway, it was fucking manky. Looked like the inside of a mad scientists lab. Big vats of bubbling unidentifiable gloop and most of it splattered all over every surface, including the walls.
In contrast I've been inside the Caterpillar plant and it was fucking spotless, you could eat your dinner off the floor.

How do you cook caterpillar and what do you have as the side dish?

...this thread's going off track...

 

[johnny on the spot]

Not read through the thread, but it's automatic tin foil hat time for me in this case.

Firstly, who rounds up a load of cats, skins and butchers them, cooks and sells the meat and leaves the heads in a bin bag behind a takeaway? Where's the sense, the reason, other than to make a statement?

Spider-Sense leads me to three lines of inquiry:

1. A pissed off/demented takeaway owner is feeding cats to customers. The blindingly obvious story. A person hates his clientele so much that he's willing to waste time and energy and to risk his livelihood to do this.

2. The League of Gentlemen story. There's a secret community of people in Rusholme who like eating cats.

3. Sabotage. Somebody wants us to believe one of the above and has gone out of their way to make it believable.

My guess is that a person has planted that bag, knowing full well the implication of its contents. EDL/Stormfront or a local headcase would gain most from the resulting furore.

 

[york away to this!]

By strange coincidence, the winner of the Harden's Observer Readers' Choice for Indian Cuisine in the UK (and located on Burton Road, West Didsbury), is of course The Great Khatmandu - the plot thickens...

 

[MCFCTrick]

Not read through the thread, but it's automatic tin foil hat time for me in this case.

Firstly, who rounds up a load of cats, skins and butchers them, cooks and sells the meat and leaves the heads in a bin bag behind a takeaway? Where's the sense, the reason, other than to make a statement?

Spider-Sense leads me to three lines of inquiry:

1. A pissed off/demented takeaway owner is feeding cats to customers. The blindingly obvious story. A person hates his clientele so much that he's willing to waste time and energy and to risk his livelihood to do this.

2. The League of Gentlemen story. There's a secret community of people in Rusholme who like eating cats.

3. Sabotage. Somebody wants us to believe one of the above and has gone out of their way to make it believable.

My guess is that a person has planted that bag, knowing full well the implication of its contents. EDL/Stormfront or a local headcase would gain most from the resulting furore.

Must be the same EDL people putting cockroaches and rat shit in their kitchens up and down 'curry mile' then ....

 

[BlueBearBoots]

By strange coincidence, the winner of the Harden's Observer Readers' Choice for Indian Cuisine in the UK (and located on Burton Road, West Didsbury), is of course The Great Khatmandu - the plot thickens...

lol good one

but seriously The Khatmandu is my favourite place for a curry, the food is wonderful and the service exceptional, been there lots and its my 1st choice for a takeaway

 

[citymantop]

this thread reminded me of a newspaper report from a few years ago from southern spain.
a couple went for a meal at a Chinese restaurant and halfway thru the chicken chow mein the lady bit into what she thought was a bone.
it was a microchip,
had it checked out
later turned out to be one of the local neighbours cat which had gone missing
restaurant strangely no longer there