Here he is, in the Toulouse airport , hobnobbing with a cappuccino and a camembert baguette.
Porridge survived the encounter. Alas, the baguette was not so fortunate.
It was something of a multi-cultural day for Porridge. In Bristol, England, he spent some time catching up with a bento box and a hot little sake number in ceramic before repairing to Brown’s pub where he struck up with a sweet (but not cloying), fulsome, Swedish pear cider.