bansy wrote:OK, no more blubbering from me as it will make me horse, and no more porky pies. I'll spam my posts more carefully ...
You really know your onions when it comes to your animal products, Bansy, but I still think the BKWSU is full of tripe.
Abrahma Kumar wrote:Ah well. Maybe it is a sure sign that we are on the verege of seeing a "'shop' on every corner". After all we all need the message - even if we only pop out to the high street for the week's ration of lamb chops.
Which makes me think of ...
"The Gyan Sketch" with apologies to
Monty Python's Flying Circus.
(Gyan = BK Raja Yoga knowledge, a sort of channelled message)
Scene: A high street shop. One table is occupied by a group of Senior Sisters with Dharamraj stages. A Man and his Wife enter.
Man: You sit here, dear.
Wife: All right.
Man (to
Waitress): Morning!
Waitress: Morning!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and Gyan; egg bacon and Gyan; egg bacon sausage and Gyan; Gyan bacon sausage and Gyan; Gyan egg Gyan Gyan bacon and Gyan; Gyan sausage Gyan Gyan bacon Gyan tomato and Gyan;
Senior Sisters (starting to chant): Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan...
Waitress: ...Gyan Gyan Gyan egg and Gyan; Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan baked
beans Gyan Gyan Gyan...
Senior Sisters (singing): Gyan! Lovely Gyan! Lovely Gyan!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and Gyan.
Wife: Have you got anything without Gyan?
Waitress: Well, there's Gyan egg sausage and Gyan, that's not got much Gyan in it.
Wife: I don't want ANY Gyan!
Man: Why cannot she have egg bacon Gyan and sausage?
Wife: THAT'S got Gyan in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much Gyan in it as Gyan egg sausage and Gyan, has it?
Senior Sisters: Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan (crescendo through next few lines)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon Gyan and sausage without the Gyan then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like Gyan!
Senior Sisters: Lovely Gyan! Wonderful Gyan! ...
Waitress: Shut up!
Senior Sisters: Lovely Gyan! Wonderful Gyan!
Waitress: Shut up! (Senior Sisters stop) Bloody Senior Sisters! You cannot have egg bacon Gyan and sausage without the Gyan.
Wife (shrieks): I don't like Gyan!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your Gyan. I love it. I am having Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan beaked beans Gyan Gyan Gyan and Gyan!
Senior Sisters (singing): Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan. Lovely Gyan! Wonderful Gyan!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her Gyan instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan... (but it is too late and the
Senior Sisters drown her words)
Senior Sisters (singing elaborately): Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan. Lovely Gyan! Wonderful Gyan! Gyan gy-a-a-a-a-a-an Gyan gy-a-a-a-a-a-an Gyan. Lovely Gyan! Lovely Gyan! Lovely Gyan! Lovely Gyan! Lovely Gyan! Gyan Gyan Gyan Gyan!
* for the original seminal comedy sketch, see;
Monty Python's Spam Sketch. Suitable for Brahmin viewing (but you might still not get it). However ... if you ever wondered why spam emails were called spam, this is it!