Some sixteen thousand years ago (cue music to ‘Thus Spake Zarathustra’) early man discovered how to fire clay and the ceramics industry was born, ushering in the epoch of fine dining. No more making do with large leaves, no more picking your fried dodo’s wings off shards of seashells or from slivers of slate. Now one could gaze out over the pleistocene landscape from one’s cave entrance while enjoying a slab of mammoth ribeye served on a civilised plate.
Just put it on a plate, mate
Just put it on a plate, mate
Just put it on a plate, mate
Some sixteen thousand years ago (cue music to ‘Thus Spake Zarathustra’) early man discovered how to fire clay and the ceramics industry was born, ushering in the epoch of fine dining. No more making do with large leaves, no more picking your fried dodo’s wings off shards of seashells or from slivers of slate. Now one could gaze out over the pleistocene landscape from one’s cave entrance while enjoying a slab of mammoth ribeye served on a civilised plate.