17 May 2004 08:59
Does it have to? Some meanings i would prefer not to affect my life!
Oh god yes. Too many elbows. And the punters don't pay attention so you have to ask them what they want three times and someone always spills the gravy.
Not so keen on sausages on sticks. I have to question your plan of building a ladder from them. Wouldn't they turn on the sticks and foil your escape?
That'd be the one....
17 May 2004 14:51
Meanings or meanies?
Drops a plate, runs off with the serving spoons, drops things in the dishes, dithers infuriatingly as the queue ever lengthens, etc.
It doesn't matter if my escape is foiled, I can cope with that stuff. It's if my escape is cling-filmed that I'm going to be struggling!
Feels like less than one at the mo.
17 May 2004 15:20
Both. I don't like meanies, they're.....mean. Bottom lip pokes out when meanies are about.
Which is why most carveries are seen as somewhere that the oaps go on a trip and the sensible non plate dropping public don't go. Second only to Harvester, where you can feed a small third world country on the amount of salad people put in their bowls because it's free. The meat is always 'char grilled' (burnt) and there is always a small child yelling about having their pudding first and an adult talking loudly to their elderly parent who loves going there but doesn't have a clue.
You would be struggling if you were cling filmed. Tough stuff when wrapped tightly about the ankles. Lets hope they don't wrap it around your head. (or your sausages(!))
Legless at 3pm?!!?!
17 May 2004 22:26
But I quite liked the Blue Meanies. I cried at the end of the Yellow Sub when the nasty beatles got rid of them. Any people who could produce a Kinky-Boot Beast should have been feted not persecuted!
Oh we're a bit more classy (well, a lot more classy) than that. The only time I've seen sprogs about has been at wedding functions. The food is actually very tempting and I have partaken of it, whereas I used to starve at the Slop for lack of interest in the comestibles.
I have this difficult relationship with clingfilm; it hates me and I hate it. It always goes out of its way to be awkward whenever I try to handle it, whereas it performs perfectly for everyone else.
No, just de-knee-cap-itated.
18 May 2004 08:18
I have to say that the only participation i had with the Yellow Submarine was singing along to it with Play School. I have seen the film but was unimpressed, as i was with most of the Beatles stuff. Youngsters eh?
Fantastic! I've heard of places being smoking free but not sprog free. It should happen more often. Well there's a good advert. If the chef eats his own food then it must be worth eating. Can you eat there if you're not staying? Actually i seem to remember that the olds ate there once and they'd never stay there.
How classy - must dress for dinner classy, or don't care what you wear just get out the Platinum credit card classy?
Must be something about Jelly (actually probably quite true, wrapping jelly in clingfim would be almost impossible (if not a little pointless)). I have to say that i have now perfected the art of clingfilm, but it did evade me for many years.
They caught up with you then?
18 May 2004 14:23
I think they're all dead old now. Or dead and old. Just goes to show, one day the world at your feet, the next day six feet under the world!
I'm not sure if it's officially sprog-free but I ain't seen nun other than at the privet wedding parties. Don't think there's a dress code either but then I haven't seen anyone try rolling in wearing just swimming trunks and tattoos like at the Slop.
Oh, I can do cold clingfilm no probs, it's when it's hot that it tends to do unpleasantly pyroplastic things to me. Either that or steam scald my fingers when I try to get it off things.
Yes. Someone must have revealed my secret location. When I found out who it was .....
18 May 2004 15:26
They should be. All they've got to do now is shout about who wrote what.
A much higher class of establishment altogether then. Course the kind of person who rolls around in trunks and tattoos wouldn't get up the hill.
Oh god no, can't do hot clingfilm, it turns into something Captain Kirk would be interested in. It never represents it's former self once it's been hotted. That's if you can get it off in the first place.
It wasn't me
19 May 2004 14:47
I thought Burt Bacharach wrote all their stuff.
Well, certainly a higher altitude establishment, anyway. You might be surprised. Money definitely does not equal class these days!
The only good thing about hot clingfilm is that it does tend to obscure your fingerprints once you've got a few layers welded to you. Handy if, at the end of a hard shift, you're contemplating murder.
Well, who do you think it was then? Who do you think would have the MMO?
19 May 2004 15:16
No he just wrote everyone else's. All the songs you know and hate.
No, not surprised. Just look at some of the people who have won the lottery! All that money and no idea how to spend it. Give to me i'll show 'em..... Conversely some of the poshest, snobbiest families have no money whatsoever (unless you count the ancestral pile of course)
You'd have to strangle someone though, you wouldn't be able to hold a weapon. Of course you may not be strong enough to do anything if you've just worked a gruelling shift, burning your hands all the time.
Well, no that i want to cast nasturtiums but two of your regulars were in the vicinity and might have felt snubbed that you couldn't give them all your attention again.....
20 May 2004 15:18
On the other (burnt) hand, being coated in red-hot melting clingfilm at the end of a bad shift might give me just the adrenalin rush I need to be able to strangle several elephants if they make the mistake of annoying me!
Hm, you could be right. Helling was saying that Lucy was a bit miffed at not being able to spend more time with Shaun, although I've heard that they did in fact manage a little tete-a-tete while BM & H were drinking me under the table at the Slop. I wonder if Shaun did anything to upset her. Hell hath no fury like a lobster scorned. I shall have to grill him when he gets back from the pub with the rest of the gang.
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