Count yourself lucky you got oneThe breakfasts in Lytham cells weren't great.
I once had part of a pan handle in a pie from a pub meal. Not chewy at all!Back in the day I worked for GRE at Lytham. Eating an egg custard in the canteen and thought the skin on the top is a bit chewy. Spat it out and it was a plaster off the cook's finger.
Did they charge you extra for that?Back in the day I worked for GRE at Lytham. Eating an egg custard in the canteen and thought the skin on the top is a bit chewy. Spat it out and it was a plaster off the cook's finger.
What was the rank of the officer you punched?At the end of my Army career, I had cause to spend some time at the Military Correctional Training Centre, Colchester (aka The Glasshouse).
In the run up to being sent there, I’d ‘converted’ to vegetarianism as a final attempt to mess the system around (see Archer in Scum).
Anyway, my first meal there was breakfast, and when I got to the front of the queue, I told the chef I was a veggie.
“That’s ok mate, we cater for vegetarians “, said the chef, took my tray and gave me a slice of dry toast, a spoonful of beans and a spoonful of tomatoes.
I sat down realising my ruse had ended.
Fast forward to dinner time and the same chef is waiting for me at the hot plate.
“Still a veggie, mate?”
“Not anymore” said I, took a proper meal and walked off as all the chefs pissed themselves laughing!
Surf and turf...ishNot the worst by any means, but the most bizarre was from my mother-in-law. As we lived away, we used to visit once a month and she knew I liked fish & chips and steak & chips, so on the plate, I had battered fish, sirloin steak, chips, salad, fried egg and gravy. Massive of course, but the gravy mixed with lettuce and runny egg yolk was an experience.
Likewise in Bonny StThe breakfasts in Lytham cells weren't great.
Bless her trying so hard to make a good impression.Not the worst by any means, but the most bizarre was from my mother-in-law. As we lived away, we used to visit once a month and she knew I liked fish & chips and steak & chips, so on the plate, I had battered fish, sirloin steak, chips, salad, fried egg and gravy. Massive of course, but the gravy mixed with lettuce and runny egg yolk was an experience.
Could have been a lot worse....you could have had your arse over the sink and your head stuck to the toiletI once had a Cornish Pasty when on holiday in Somerset, and spent two days with my head over the sink and my arse stuck to the toilet. Not a pretty sight or a great experience.
Been there. Done that.Could have been a lot worse....you could have had your arse over the sink and your head stuck to the toilet
Been there. Done that.
Yes I do remember.Mex might remember this, breakfast at Mrs Macbeths guest house in Fort William.
Congealed scrambled eggs, hot dog sausage (one) rasher of greasy streaky bacon, tinned tomato.
This was fuel for climbing Ben Nevis!. Fortunately I didn't go for the packed lunch, pork luncheon meat and an apple if I remember correctly.
Same at Salters Wharf.The breakfasts in Lytham cells weren't great.
Yes I do remember.
I also remember the jalapeños reappearing on the morning of, and during, the drive home.
Nah. You’re confused. That was a different occasion. In Essex I think.The rest of us remember not being able to get anywhere near the shared toilet all night,
Nah. You’re confused. That was a different occasion. In Essex I think.
Wow,that brings back memories Mac,the same happen to me, it was translated as sausage and chips on the menu so I thought I'd have some of that and to be fair it looked alright as it had been deep fried but like you say when I cut into it looked like road kill and smelt like it tooThe worst thing I ever experienced is Andouillette in France. It's a regular meal over there. It is a kind of sausage but it's made with innards. When you cut into it all sorts of coiled shaped innards spring out along with the overwhelming stench of dead animals.
Not only could I not eat it but I had to excuse myself from the table and go into the garden along with my daughter who was also horrified. I was physically retching in the garden much to the amusement of the French. Quite simply it's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen or smelt.