Spam Greece The Meal

Spam

Looking at the security program of my website yesterday I noticed that somebody was trying to send me twenty cases of Spam,
My first thought was I don’t remember entering a competition recently, and if I did surely this wasn’t the top prize.
Also if it does arrive at the front door where on earth am I going to put it, I don’t know how big one case of spam is let alone twenty of them or how many tins there are in a case.
I would like to thank the person who is doing this, for their well meaning gesture, but I feel this amount of Spam is maybe a little too exessive.
I do not want to appear ungrateful but if you  plan on making any further donations to the household budget could I ask you to keep it to a more sensible level,

also it would be more welcome if you could vary the contents of any future deliveries, such as swapping some of the processed meat product for more of the essential items like beer and cigs.

Greece

Reminiscing with my Son about past holidays we had enjoyed, the one firm favourite we agreed upon was Greece,

the lovely weather, the friendly locals, the great food and drink, it was almost perfect except for one thing,

in the whole of the two weeks we were there we went all over Greece and not once did we catch a glimpse of either John Travolta or Olivia Newton John, which would have been the main highlight of the holiday.
 I was convinced that my friend was telling the truth when he said that John Travolta and Olivia Newton John were in Greece,

Oh Well maybe I just misheard him.

The Meal

Have you ever had the ‘Sod it I can’t be bothered cooking a meal tonight’ attitude, I did the other week so I said let’s go to a restaurant for a treat.
So off the pair of us went, Dad and Lad to a local eatery.
We were lucky it wasn’t that busy and we were ushered over to a table almost straight away and given the Menu to peruse over.
After A short while the Waitress came over and enquired if we were ready to order,
I said yes could I have the Steak please.
To which she replied, and how would you like it cooked?
I looked at her puzzled  and said of course I want it cooked, if I wanted it raw, I could have got that from the Butchers, are you insinuating that I look  a little Neanderthal, live in a cave and spend my days breaking rocks with a mallet that I fashioned out of animal bone and a chunk of Flint, tied together with Reeds, Of Course I want it cooked,
By that time I was surrounded by the Manager and two Hefty doormen who politely escorted me off the premises and told me that I was no longer welcome at their establishment.
Its surprising just how touchy some people are.