Originally posted by Roger Bunting
Nope, sorry, you were just dreaming there Squigy. You get to eat the left overs of the umble pie (which is left over bits from what us lordly folk eat).
Mmmmm, pie
Here\'s the job description:
Hampton Court Palace is looking for a new spitboy, or turnbrooch. You will be one of six who roast meat for the king and his company. At the very bottom of the kitchen ladder, or perhaps not even on the ladder, spitboys are supervised by a team of 12 cooks under the control of the master cook. Gordon Ramsay is a pussy cat compared to these guys.
It\'s ok, I don\'t much trust ladders anyway
The cold of the English winter will be a distant memory as you build up a nice tan in front of one of the six roaring fires in the kitchen, where you will be positioned hour after hour and day after day. Leftovers from the delicious roasted meats may be offered to you after the king, his noblemen, the stewards, the cooks, the maids and the dog have all had their share.
Firstly, you think the English winter would affect me in the slightest having lived in Iceland? Secondly, it\'s ok. I\'m fairly skinny and don\'t eat that mush anyway. Thirdly, Ha! so now you admit it would replenish my tan