Yes okay, I 'fess up. I met Charlotte in a local pub, I was drawn in by her eyes and ten nipples. After tempting her with promises of swill, I took her for a spin in the Commer. I parked in a nearby woods saying we could look for acorns, but things went badly wrong when she rebutted my advances. I had no option, I had to do her in, she said she would squeal...
Needless to say, this was the centre piece of my 40th birthday celebrations, hence the drawn look on my face. Also in the back of the Commer is the spit roaster and the jar of apple sauce is standing in the sink, so well spotted Burgundy Beast! Basted in honey, herbs, garlic etc and roast for eight hours, she fed over 100 people, the big fat sow.
The funniest thing was collecting her from a local pub with a mate on a friday evening. We had to carry her through the dining room whilst people were eating. Not wanting to spoil their meals, we put bin bags over the pig. However, with trotters sticking out of the four corners and a dribble of blood trailing behind, the punters were slack jawed. It was a scene very reminisent of the Fawlty Towers Kipper and the Corpse episode. How I kept a straight face...
At £90 for a whole pig, is anyone interested in having a CA BBQ, say in MB?