myself and least one other b3tan are members of an organisation in Oxford
who put on stunt shows and the like. 20-odd years of tradition has it that after such events, we pack up, then rendezvous at the nearest chinese takeaway/buffet for........DUCK!
On one occasion we were at a (well known) all you can eat Chinese buffet somewhere in Oxford. Instead of going up induvidually to make a few duck pancakes, we went up en masse and used 3 plates as scoops to liberate 90% of the duck from the hot plate.
A similar tactic was employed for the spring onions, cucumber and pancakes. the Hoi Sin sauce was in 3 mayo dispenser type things, so we had one of those too.

We hit the duck counter a further 3 times that evening, but on the 3rd time we went up, the meat on the hotplate was different somehow - closer inspection revealed it to be -shock horror- chicken! A curt word to a passing waiter brought the chef out, who then attempted to assure us that it was duck, just that it was fresher than normal. One of the lawyer types (drunken Oxford students & graduates are a faorce to be reckoned with) gave him a lengthy, semi-coherant chance to back up and admit that it was chicken. He was adament that it was duck, so someone landed a well wrapped pancake on his face. The rest of the table then joined in, and before long the entire resturant had joined us in pelting the hapless chap with food.

Needless to say the manager appeared and was less than amused at being caught in the crossfire - and threw the entire lot of customers out!

An attempted night out by a couple of us the week after resulted in us being recognised and not allowed in, but a recent email from two of the guys suggests that they've now forgotten us.

I find that it's not the length that she loves, its the girth.
( Ralph farts in your general direction, Fri 1 Sep 2006, 15:34, Reply)