...the kind they don't serve in magazines!
For they DON'T FIT!
Yeah, get a grope on, for voucher entitles thee to a banquet of large chips, large fishie, and a can of guzzly fizz.
And when they say large, they don't mean large. They mean LARGE.
A towering... tower... of taters. More spuds than you can shake a stick at. A vast mountain of golden chips that would defeat even the great Adam Richmond.
And the fishie - that be no fishie! Hyre be sea monsters! A battered behemoth of the deep, weighing a million tonnes.
And times that by three!
With another Pyramid Of Kheops (Kheops is Gyppo for chips, don'cha know!) and a veggie bleurgh-er.
And to think, one portion would feed ALL FOUR!
I'd like to move it, move it.
I'd like to move it, move it.
I'd like to move it, move it.But I can't, coz it's ballasted me out and busted me plimsoll line, rendering me a sunken vessel unable to rise from the depths of the sofa.
