Mr Eldoofus
is something of a wind-up merchant. He lives for it. I think I am possibly the only person who understands his sense of humour and he has turned me into a hard edged cynic from the amount of times I've responded "Really?!" to some non fantastical bull that he has told me.

He once convinced his mum that I would only drink um bongo when we went round for dinner and she was poised to go to Tesco to get me some. He has also on occasion asked me "how much do I owe you?" after certain romantic incidents. He's a bit of a git.

Anyway in my 2nd year at uni my brother came to visit and I'd just made myself a feast of Lidl bought frozen lamb burgers made in a George Foreman. This was back in my poor student days when such a dish was considered a bit of a delicacy. Anyway the thing about George Foremans is that they collect the fat from the questionable substances you cook on them and typical student bums normally don't clean the little troughs for days on end. Rife with disease.

Well the lamb burgers had left a lovely greyish pulp of fat in the trough that Mr Eldoofus scraped onto a plate and convinced my dear brother that it was some "weird traditional dip thing" that our Indian housemate had made. I think he even had a spoon in his mouth to feign his own consumption of the grey goo.

Brother happily eats a spoonfull then realises the gaff when me and Mr Eldoofus fall around laughing. He gets the huff and claims that it was a 'convincing' ruse and he didn't even eat that much of it. Mr E is now a veggie so I would be wary of my brother's revenge. Its bound to happen one day...
(Eldoofus, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 14:48, Reply)