I am truely a Glutton. As I sit here with my stomach doing an impression of a pot-bellied ethiopian I wonder how many people could have been fed off my cramp inducing meal. Having nothing worth while to do this evening I decided I would cook a roast dinner for the first time. As such i cooked the usual assortment of veg, roast potatoes, gravy and joint of beef, of course instead of cooking a small amount of each I cooked up all the veg & spuds I could find along with a succulent beef joint with plans of feeding off the proceeds for the next couple of days. How wrong I was. The joint of beef is now rotting in the pit of my stomach as are several pounds of potatoes and various vegtables. I'm hot, sweating and feeling ill, though strangely satisfied. No doubt this pales in significance Arrsers with 30 years of scoffing at Her Majestys pleasure, any one got any good tales of pie eating bastards who couldn't say no?