venison in a red wine sauce
I didn't stay, at the expense of a theatre scenery company, in a swanky hotel after a regular 72 hour 'get in' and have an evening meal of venison, in a red wine sauce, with a full bottle of red wine all to myself, cos the miserable geezers with me only drank half a pint of bitter, with a whiskey chaser, otherwise known as a hoff.
I just about managed to eat and drink my evening through, when just after my last gulp of wine, my plate was suddenly refilled. Straight from my stomach. Yes, I'd managed to spew the meal back up, and onto the plate, with a little more jus than it had before.
The waitress was ever so impressed, and complained to my chums that I'd had too much to drink. Mono, bless him, he was deaf in one ear, and has since passed away, said it was not due to my excesses, but down to the chefs dodgy cooking.
We were not banned from that hotel ever again.
(lordy lordy, Sat 17 Sep 2011, 12:38, 1 reply)

Ha ha 'Mono'. What a great nickname.

(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Mon 19 Sep 2011, 11:34, closed)