Our friend Martha is incorrigible. A group of kinky friends had dinner recently in Belgo, Covent Garden’s ever-enjoyable Belgian restaurant. One of the choices on the menu read:
Spit roasted Belgian chicken or duck
Martha amended hers with her biro, with an ever-so-unsubtle comma:
Spit roasted Belgian, chicken or duck
One hopes the maitre d’ caught her on CCTV, and has her escorted into a back room to be whipped on her next visit… (Interestingly, the staff all dress as monks. I’m picturing some dark cell, with the Abbot called in to hear her pleas for forgiveness and then administer the thrashing).
MMMM! Kip op een spit, lekkere.
Prefectdt