Many years ago I came home late one night from the student union bar somewhat the worst for wear and feeling peckish. I found a Matthews Turkey roast in the fridge (remember those, about the same size as a dvd cake?) and bunged it in the oven. I then passed out on the sofa.
When I woke up the next day, the kitchen was full of smoke, there was a layer of greasy, black soot on every single surface that took weeks to clean and the Matthews Turkey Roast had shrunk to the size of a fifty pence piece.
Last edited by: BiggerBadderDave on Thu 20 May 10 at 16:47
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