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The Start Of It All

The nation celebrates a new, exciting blog about pizzas

Yes, just what the world needs: a blog in which a person writes about their love of pizza. That can’t have been done before, can it? Well, I can tell you that it HAS been done before(!!!) because I once tried it myself, in an ill-fated affair entitled Une Année Sans Pizza, in which I attempted to go one year without eating any pizza whatsoever, and managed to make it to three weeks before I gave up and put Pizza GoGo back on my speed-dial. I’d provide a link to the old blog, but frankly, I’m too ashamed. Three weeks. Pathetic.

Even so, I think I am qualified to write in a semi-humorous way about pizzas. I started eating them when I was 18 – I remember vividly my first one, a Big Breakfast from the now-defunct Gino’s of Wolverhampton, a spectacularly doughy affair topped with bacon, sausage and egg, which is now being more or less replicated twenty years down the line by Pizza Hut – and have had, I would estimate, a pizza every five days ever since. That means I have, allowing for leap years, consumed in the region of 1,830 pizzas in my lifetime, which means that a) I am a fat fucker, and b) I know what I am talking about.

So what are my hopes for Twelve Inch Pete Treat, the newest and most middlingly amusing pizza blog in the civilised world? Well, for one thing, I hope to avoid the “last night I went out and had a pizza and it was an okay pizza and I give the pizza 6.5 out of ten for the pizza” style of food blogging, in favour of something a little more esoteric (see next post). I also hope to scrub off the stain of failure that has clung to me ever since my Année Sans Pizza turned out to be simply Trois Semaines Sans Pizza, followed quickly by Beaucoup Des Nuits Avec Pizzas. And, I must admit, I hope to get lots of free pizza out of it – my girlfriend does her own, vastly superior blog about burritos and seems to get invited along to burrito joints for free tastings all the time, and I could certainly do with getting a bit of that action. You know, recession and that. But above all, I just want to get back to writing about what I love. And I love pizzas. Lordy, do I ever.

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2 Responses

  1. herrdaubs says:

    This is a a pretty cool, if grossly cynical, way to blag lots of free pizza, Petey, and as such it is to be celebrated, preferably with a family-sized blister pack of Zantac at hand.

  2. Ben Hughes says:

    Ahhh Ginos..Big yellow car with a telephone on top? so early 90’s Americana…But from what I can remember they were damn fine pizzas. I was like 10-11 though. Pete as an idea what about a Supermarket special ( Is this restricted to take away pizzas only) You could do a comparison of supermarket basic through to finest etc and then maybe the branded ones (goodfellas, pizza express, dr otekar resterontae?). Loving the blog though. I look forward to many more entries…

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