Edited by Richard Walker, Wednesday, 22 Nov 2017, 20:14
One night some of the "boys from the back room", "boffins" as we called them, unveiled for me a devilish new contraption.
They were hopeful it could churn out chipped potatoes at an unprecidentally fast rate, and at long last knock the dreaded Germain "Bratkartoffeln" effort for six.
I hated dampening their enthusiasm, but the design flaws were obvious. "Sorry chaps", I said, "But it'll never fry."
The Spam Busters
They were hopeful it could churn out chipped potatoes at an unprecidentally fast rate, and at long last knock the dreaded Germain "Bratkartoffeln" effort for six.
I hated dampening their enthusiasm, but the design flaws were obvious. "Sorry chaps", I said, "But it'll never fry."