James Martin's pig head pudding

So I actualy got around to studying, and naturally I tuned out of what was on television...

Until just then, when I turned my head to find James Martin (whoever he is, some chef with a show) singeing a pig's ears with a blowtorch and then punging its head into a pot of boiling water.

Now it's boiled and he's pulling it apart with his bare hands; ripping the flesh off its skull, and adding parsley and shallotts and pig head soup, and making some sort of pudding.

Now he's following it with a sweet apple pie dessert.

I don't Want

i don't want to sit over some trendy cafe lunch table and sip coffee with you. i hate coffee. i don't want to learn what you're like, so i'll be able to more accurately pinpoint how much better you are than me. i don't want your stupid awkward looks, or to hear about your stupid music tastes, or books, or look at your stupid face, or hear about the stuff you make, which i probably wouldn't like. i've built you all up in my head and i bet you're nothing alike.