I have an old friend whose wife

[Sir C]

And pork pies. And scotch eggs. Ooh, and those little mini Yorkshire puddings with a bit of beef and horseradish on.

I love a buffet, me.

My word, I am reminded of the time I was discovered by the glw, naked on a hotel bed, drinking scotch whisky from a toothmug and eating Co-Op cocktail sausages whilst watchign Gareth Malone coach a choir of disableds, weeping uncontrollably.

Possibly my finest hour.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

My word, I am reminded of the time I was discovered by the glw, naked on a hotel bed, drinking scotch whisky from a toothmug and eating Co-Op cocktail sausages whilst watchign Gareth Malone coach a choir of disableds, weeping uncontrollably.

Possibly my finest hour.

And masturbating vigorously no doubt

[Burney]

My word, I am reminded of the time I was discovered by the glw, naked on a hotel bed, drinking scotch whisky from a toothmug and eating Co-Op cocktail sausages whilst watchign Gareth Malone coach a choir of disableds, weeping uncontrollably.

Possibly my finest hour.

Was that Oxford?

Also, why was Gareth Malone weeping uncontrollably?

[Sir C]

Was that Oxford?

Also, why was Gareth Malone weeping uncontrollably?

I believe it was, yes.

It was I who wept. The disableds were so grateful, b, as they croaked their cacophony of crippled choiring

[Burney]

I believe it was, yes.

It was I who wept. The disableds were so grateful, b, as they croaked their cacophony of crippled choiring

Nice alliteration.

Now where exactly were the sausages? Were they on your lap? Could you see your genitals through the bottom of the container?

[Sir C]

Nice alliteration.

Now where exactly were the sausages? Were they on your lap? Could you see your genitals through the bottom of the container?

The details escape me now; sucking away at a bottle of Bells tends to have that effect.

It was a family-sized box of sausages, though. There were hundreds of the búggers. I remember wishing I'd thought to get some mustard.

I often eat naked. Actually, during the recent hot spell I have spent the majority of my weekends naked, dressing only when required to leave the premises, which doesn't happen often.

[Burney]

The details escape me now; sucking away at a bottle of Bells tends to have that effect.

It was a family-sized box of sausages, though. There were hundreds of the búggers. I remember wishing I'd thought to get some mustard.

I often eat naked. Actually, during the recent hot spell I have spent the majority of my weekends naked, dressing only when required to leave the premises, which doesn't happen often.

Yes. The heat has reduced many of us to an unfortunate state of nature. I took to wandering around naked, as well. I would never eat naked, though. That's a step too far for me.

Also, Bells? Cheap cocktail sausages? Were you down to your last tenner?

[Sir C]

Yes. The heat has reduced many of us to an unfortunate state of nature. I took to wandering around naked, as well. I would never eat naked, though. That's a step too far for me.

Also, Bells? Cheap cocktail sausages? Were you down to your last tenner?

:sigh: We must have had this discussion a thousand times. I'll happily indulge in the finest of single malts if I'm looking for a sippin' whisky time, but when I need to get to where I need to me, hit me up with the Bells, the Grants, the Grouse, whatever. Shít, if I'm chugging that mess down, I'll happily swill Tesco Value scotch.