Anyways up - Andy invited us round for dinner to taste his famous 'soup'. Now - where I'm from soup is usually a starter - so I figured we'd be having soup, then main, then pud.
Soup was served - rather thick and hearty - containing large quantities of pulses (oh my bowel) and bits of meat. At the moment it was served I had an urgent desire to start singing the bit about Gruel from 'Food - Glorious - Food' (Oliver devotees will understand that).....
It was a funny grey colour...and to be honest tasted a wee bit bland without lashings of salt and pepper. I lashed the salt and pepper, scoffed some bread and - then - seeing as the hearty soup was rather filling - ate three quarters of it - in order to leave room for my main course.
However - there - was - no - main - course.
Soup was it. Pud was an arctic roll.
I went home a bit hungry - and a tad confused.
Obviously I didn't say anything - just thanked him for dinner. (I have manners you see)...but I did want to get fish and chips on the way home.