There's an old snack van outside the gate of Plymouth Navy Base...
It's been there forever, and does a triple decker egg banjo.

On any given Friday night there are so many drunk fishheads doing the Banjo wipe dance, it's like a scene from Deliverance.

Also, when you approach, a crowd of rats will scatter from underneath the van, but don't let that put you off.
(Bad Monkey hasn't had an abusive gaz since, Fri 29 Jun 2012, 10:26, 1 reply)

Ha ha
Frankly if one is not already dissuaded from approaching by the assembled drunk fishheads, a gang of rats aren't going to put one off.

Actually I have no idea of the odds of accepting a beating from the men of the Senior Service. I do know that my mate Rob once referred to one out of earshot (or so he thought) as a 'skate' (this was in Portsmouth, where that's the term) and without warning found himself in head-trauma slumberland. He'd been punched so hard his jaw still clicks and grates on one side to this day.

And a triple decker banjo. That's some pimped out lumpy right there.
(judgetheobscure used to sweep in butchers' shops., Fri 29 Jun 2012, 15:02, closed)