Have a lovely breakfast on me lads!!
This has not happened yet (obviously as I am still alive, Fudge Nuggets) When I pop my clogs I have arranged with my wife (who is as funny as fluck, and as evil as I am!) assisted by my good fried who is a butcher, to have either my body (if he keeps his nerve) or if not, then my low calorie dust turned into fine porky sausages! Good idea you say, waist not want not and tree hugging recycling hippies rule etc… Alas no, that’s not the reason at all….
I worked for five years in Sunny (bloody gloomy and wet) Dublin, The chaps I worked with were excellent fellows who pride themselves on their sense of humor (as long as its at an Englishman’s expense)….
So the plan is to make me into lovely plump sausages and have them ceremoniously delivered to my good friends as my last wish that they try so good old English bangers as theirs are rubbish grey tubes of ears, noses, plop, sawdust etc.
After they have tucked in they will be informed by me via a pre recorded video of what they have just eaten, Also that they are now bloody English as well as cannibals… Laugh that one off bog hoppers!!!!

I would apologize for the length but I’m unsure myself as my ruler has not got millimeters on it….
(SheepInRubberPantsTurnMeOn, Fri 12 May 2006, 10:41, Reply)