Christmas meal!
Remember I was Bewailing My Lot at having to expend vast amount of revenue in exchange for Jamie Oliver's piss-ass cockernee mockery of a Traditional Xmas Meal? I wanted my deposit back coz of the risk of leprosy transferrence via Tapas, and ending up like Blake in The Fog, decapitaing drunken chapel clerics and groping up jugged up lighthouse womens with me smokey tentacles of wispy menace?
Oh, wait a minute...
*Savile'y thoughts of misty molestation*
Anyhoo... I just got reminded about not having made my Menu Choices (clearly "I wan't my deposit back" means "let me ponder my provender further)!
Choices? What kind of choice is a smörgåsbord of smeggy starters?
I don't want some fat blokes fingers fiddling with my salami, thank you very much!
On the other hand (oo-er!), perhaps I can entice Office Pretties to sidle their slender digits about my salami.
And that's just for dessert - would still have to get past the anti-pasty starter though1!
1 OH, COME ON! LIKE YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS COMING (OO-ER ONCE MORE!)
