Take me home please
Harrington's, Selkirk Road, Tooting
Season 2015-2016

On the last Friday in November, the Pie and Mash Club assembled in the southerly latitude of Tooting, before the unchanging edifice of Harri-igtons on Selkirk Road. Since our last visit in 2011, the shop has 'starred' in a local theatrical production of 'Sweeney Todd – the Musical' – a production so successful it transferred to the West End complete with its own temporary pie shop. Read about it here.

In our leader pic, at 'Zone Ends' stand long-time-no-sees David Pead and Peter 'Ace of Pies' Riley. Fabulous it was to glimpse this duo once more. After a large, award-winning evening out, they were looking for something soothing to soak up that over-celebrated feeling.

The Harringtons menu board is a satisfying typographic melange of gothic, sans serif and hand-rendered. At bottom left you can just make out the club's calling card.

Ed Mosse was wearing his kit.

After a short wait the pieman emerged fully laden from the bowels of the shop.

Cleared for take-off: hunger-seeking, hangover-busting missiles.
Mike G's lunchtime combo was a vision of stereoscopic enamel.

There was a new face at the dinner table – Frances Campbell, former National Theatre mover-and-shaker, and former colleague of E. Mosse. Frances appeared to take to the nirvanal nosh like a duck to water.

[Far right] Ed Mosse underway. You wouldn't want to be anywhere near his digging equipment.

Judith Deschamps and Jean Cunliffe have been regular contributors to the story of Season 15–16. So far they've guaranteed at least two necklaces at every meeting.

Red tupperware was the chosen receptacle for the stewy side orders; the clear plastic spittoon was a thoughtful inclusion. The main plate in this pic is the most spectacular composition I've seen for a while. 'Cosmic Drama'?

Ex-champs Evans and Lucas each went about a stout 3-and-1 in his own unique style, a single extra portion of liquor making the only point differential.

I met this lad on the southbound to Morden – it was only when we were both waiting in Tooting Broadway Station that we realised we were meeting the same M. Goldwater esq. for a p-n-m lunch date. Terry Moore rode in from remote Harold Wood to make a quietly confident debut on the good ship Harrington.

[Far right] Regular readers of this column need no introduction to this man. The pie-packing Potters Bar postie is positively playing for the pieparazzi in this portrait.

Pead and Riley shaped up like Behemoth and Leviathan, but this outing was strictly medicinal. It was a joy to observe the emollient effect of the ambrosial scoff as calm and comfort washed over their furrowed physogs. Estée Lauder take note: lines and wrinkles are significantly reduced by regular injections of Pie and Mash.

Lo and behold - a third necklace regaleth the proceedings! After long absence, Linda Holligan found time away from politicking in her New Malden constituency to join us. When it comes to Pie and Mash, this lady's not for turning.

Having broken fast on a film-maker's cocktail [coffee and a banana] Mike G. was glee personified come lunchtime.

[Below] Hey stop, wait a minute Mister Post Man...
not a chance, as Charalambous brings a hint of speedway to the pedestrian-paced arena of p-n-m. Seen here powering into his second lap, you can almost smell the petrol and burning rubber.

Man-of-the-North Ian Burr sets his culinary compass by mushy peas. No wonder he looks a bit at sea – there's green liquid on his plate but no lumps of legume inside it.

A group shot on Selkirk Road is often tricky to compose between the parked cars, but here's the gang. That bloke on the left is called Ed, and he told me he used to eat here in the War [second, not first].

Further along the street, The Selkirk pub offered up the necessary dessert for Jean Cunliffe – sticky toffee pudding. Cartmel Village Shop claims to be 'The Home of Sticky Toffee Pudding' but the STP, a recent invention, has disputed origins. Read more here.

For the rest of us a liquid dessert was sufficient.
Yours tootingly,