What the hell do you men do in there? you go in and disappear for hours! Sit contemplating the world while your shite bakes merrily away? Read an entire book, what? And skiddies, why do men leave great big skiddies down the pan? Is it some sort of proud badge of honour? What the hell goes on when men go to the bogatry? 'Your tea is ready' 'In a minute' 'Your tea is going cold' 'Be there in a mo' 'Your tea is in the dog' 'Coming' Whats coming? You? Your now baked to perfection log? What?