The Word Cloud

Never too early, no.

JULIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

Kate: Mindbogglingly huge is, I'm afraid, a measure we reserve for just one drink: The Pangalacticgargleblaster. However, we can do the '97 Lafitte in a more modest size... shall I just fill one the Jacuzzis with it?

Alannah: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam.

Steve, for my breakfast I'd like egg, sausage, bacon and spam....wait, no spam!
(I'm hearing that song now: spam spam spam...ahhhh!)

I had to live off spam for a bit. The fridge in my van didn't work, so on my travels through the Aussie bush I figured that meat in a tin would be my best bet. They do a super-hot 'n spicy one that takes the taste of whale's vagina away a bit.

ew Steve...good thing I've had my breakfast already. When I worked in an ancient hardware store in Miami, we used to have Spam sandwiches, with coffee, actually, they weren't bad, though I cannot imagine eating them now (that was about 15 years ago)

Ye-e-e-e-s. May have pushed the boundary a bit too far there.

Still, if I was dying a hungry death in the dusty outback, stranded 200 miles from anywhere and anyone I'd probably eat...

...no, I wouldn't. I'd rather eat my own fingers.

Your own fingers would probably taste better than spam anyway....

I remember the good old spam n sand sandwiches.

Easy on the spam, more sand please. Much tastier like that. Anyone got any otters' noses?

Otters

[Steve pops in for a cheeky basic cheese and Branston sarni].

Chef: Honestly. Every fucking dish on the planet, created to fucking perfection, and the fucking sod just 'as a cheese 'n fucking pickle sandwich.

Oi, Chef. What is it with you lot and the language? Why is it you treat your staff like dogs and swear at them all the time? Does it make the food taste better? All that potty mouth? Don't give me that rubbish that it's a stressful environment - YOU make it stressful. Try working down a mine with your life in danger every minute of your working day. That's stress. And I'm glad you didn't become a surgeon, either.

Didn't realise our chef was Gordon Fucking Ramsay hee hee (hope he didn't spit in your sarni)

I quite fancy some sea food as a starter, mmm... let me see,
6 oysters and then perhaps a poulpe salade, a glass of white wine and...oh don't forget the bread.

Then Coquilles Saint Jacques with a creamy saffron sauce... ooh and more wine...yes just leave the bottle, thanks.

I must remember to pack the larger of my two shrimping nets.