Reminded by the signed parsley story from last week...
While vistint my grandparents and uncle/auntie in Edinburgh as a child, I was taken to a restaurant. It was large and posh and my mum had made us dress properly... *scowl and stamp foot*

The Lasange and chips piqued my interest... I wasn't at the age where i realised that a good steak was fun, I knew what I liked and i was having it.

The adults were talking and drinking, my brother and I were bored, and it was then that
my brother handed me a chip and said "eat it"... I tried.

You'd be amazed how painful it is when you chomp on a chip placed vertically in your mouth... and find that it has a toothpick inserted into it along it's length. Relaising that we'd be in trouble i stifled my yelp, and drank coke until the bleeding stopped.

We giggled, and for no apparent reason decided to put a toothpick in each and every remaining chip on the plate. My brother got our dad to eat one and after being bollocked for being irresponsible little bastards, we sat in silence awaiting pudding.

Main course was cleared away, and we waited in morose and dutiful silence for what the pretty waitress had said was the "stickyest most chocolaty chocolate pudding in scotland"

Just as the chocolate pudding arrived, and just as my brother and i were looking at each other with a look that said "This is just a chocolate sponge-cake..." the respectful silence of the psh restruarnt was broken by a yelp... a scream, and then 5 second later a big scary hairy bastard shouting "WHY IS THERE TOOTH-PECKS IN MAH WHIFE'S FUCKING CHEPPS???"

I suspect that was the last time they re-cycled food in that restaurant... the cheap-skate bastards.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 15 Feb 2007, 18:21, Reply)