June 21, 2007

"Fancy something to eat?" he said.

"Oh, go on then," I said.

"It's just a pork stew."

"Oh. Okay."

Pch-issss.

Beers are opened.

"I'll stick the garden heater on, eh?"

"Sure."

Pch-issss.

They go quick, those cold cans of Coors.

"There you go."

"Nice one. Ooh, what's that smell?"

"There's a generous blob of Delish Bayan Hot Pepper Sauce from Barbados in there to liven things up."

"Ah."

"Here. You can't eat this without a warm crusty roll to mop up the juices."

Slice.

Scoop.

Suck.

Gulp.

"My mouth's on fire."

"I know. Great, isn't it?"

"Actually, yes."

"Thought so. Glass of wine?"

"Well, we are kings of the world. Go on then."

Pur-lop.

"Cheers."

"Cheers."