Thursday, September 12, 2002

There's a comedy sketch I remember from an old, otherwise-forgotten British comedy series - I think it was "The Pink Medicine Show". There's two builders perched side-by-side on a bit of scaffolding, and they open their lunchboxes.
"Oh no," one of them groans, "not cheese sandwiches again. I bloody hate cheese sandwiches."
"Well, tell the wife you don't like them, and get her to make you something else."
"No, I make 'em myself."

I don't like sausages. They're nasty, horrible things. A bit of pigskin stuffed with unmentionables. But every morning, I go down to the canteen and order a sausage bap.

And now I've got heartburn.

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