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  • Ray
  • Thailand
  • 19 Nov 2012, 00:41

I fancy a "Big Boy"...
Bill Phillips: I don't wish to know that
  • blackdog
  • United Kingdom
  • 19 Nov 2012, 01:10
Looks like all of Dorset should be suffering from acid indigestion!
Bill Phillips: Get the Gaviscon out Mike!
Sell much ant-acid there?
Bill Phillips: By the container load Elizabeth
Are there any people in Dorset who's weight is less than 200 pounds Bill....petersmile
Bill Phillips: This is holiday food Peter. They work off the calories by lifting pint mugs all night wink
  • Sally
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 19 Nov 2012, 07:01
Do these signs really entice people to eat their food!! Love the happy dvd Bill.
Bill Phillips: Probably Sally grin
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 19 Nov 2012, 07:11
Oh, I see and smell sausages - all is big and giant and huge and large - FOOD to GO - here we know only COFFEE tO GO - all is going - no one wants to slow down and sit down ...
Bill Phillips: I am not fond of wandering around eating and nor is Ange so we found a nice little cafe.....and had an all day breakfast grin (Actually it was very nice and well cooked.)
  • Chris
  • England
  • 19 Nov 2012, 07:20
This is more like it: the reason why people all along the coast from Scumsville to Weymouth are too fat to do anything except eat...
Bill Phillips: We,of course, did not eat this but found a nice little cafe where we had a healthy ..........all day breakfastsmile
  • Astrid
  • Netherlands
  • 19 Nov 2012, 07:27
Food every where. I saw the YouTube, I think it is not wise to show this to children under 12 years old, how cruel......
they will never eat sausage again. (Which might be the purpose of this video wink)
Bill Phillips: I doubt it has the slightest effect on small children who probably sing along with glee. grin
  • Lisl
  • England
  • 19 Nov 2012, 07:33
I am amazed at just what I miss in Weymouth, Bill.
Bill Phillips: Well I am pleased to have enlightened you Lisl
  • Ginnie
  • Netherlands
  • 19 Nov 2012, 07:50
Oh dear me, Bill. What will they come up with next (on Happy DVD)! I think that Do-Not-Touch man is laughing all the way to the bank.
Bill Phillips: Well with the summer we have had Ginnie, there probably wasn't much else to do but eat grin
  • vintage
  • Australia
  • 19 Nov 2012, 08:00
Please can I have a big boy with onions And I wont wimp out
Bill Phillips: Spoken like a true Aussie vintage.
Don't burn the sausages though ... it increases the carsinogenic opportunities.

Don't fry them ... grilling creates less fat especially if they have been pricked.

Supplimenting them with any variety of sauce to give them taste increases the intake of e-number chemicals.

Reduce the size of the roll/bun that you eat the sausage with ... in order to limit carb' overloading.

A side dish portion of green leaf salad would help to create a more balanced fast food meal.


Wash down with a good pint of Bitter.

Then take two ant-acid tablets that you always keep in your back pocket.
Bill Phillips: Deep fry the sausages leaving more room in the frying pan for the onions and bacon. Have a side portion of chips for a balanced diet. Wash down with two pints. Don't need antacids I have already taken my Omeprazole
Enough to turn you into a veggie.
Bill Phillips: I would be a broad would be a prickly pear.
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 19 Nov 2012, 08:41
An unhappy tale
The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage
Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

Once upon a time a mouse, a bird, and a sausage formed a partnership. They kept house together, and for a long time they lived in peace and prosperity, acquiring many possessions. The bird's task was to fly into the forest every day to fetch wood. The mouse carried water, made the fire, and set the table. The sausage did the cooking.

Whoever is too well off always wants to try something different! Thus one day the bird chanced to meet another bird, who boasted to him of his own situation. This bird criticized him for working so hard while the other two enjoyed themselves at home. For after the mouse had made the fire and carried the water, she could sit in the parlor and rest until it was time for her to set the table. The sausage had only to stay by the pot watching the food cook. When mealtime approached, she would slither through the porridge or the vegetables, and thus everything was greased and salted and ready to eat. The bird would bring his load of wood home. They would eat their meal, and then sleep soundly until the next morning. It was a great life.

The next day, because of his friend's advice, the bird refused to go to the forest, saying that he had been their servant long enough. He was no longer going to be a fool for them. Everyone should try a different task for a change. The mouse and the sausage argued against this, but the bird was the master, and he insisted that they give it a try. The sausage was to fetch wood, the mouse became the cook, and the bird was to carry water.

And what was the result? The sausage trudged off toward the forest; the bird made the fire; and the mouse put on the pot and waited for the sausage to return with wood for the next day. However, the sausage stayed out so long that the other two feared that something bad had happened. The bird flew off to see if he could find her. A short distance away he came upon a dog that had seized the sausage as free booty and was making off with her. The bird complained bitterly to the dog about this brazen abduction, but he claimed that he had discovered forged letters on the sausage, and that she would thus have to forfeit her life to him.

Filled with sorrow, the bird carried the wood home himself and told the mouse what he had seen and heard. They were very sad, but were determined to stay together and make the best of it. The bird set the table while the mouse prepared the food. She jumped into the pot, as the sausage had always done, in order to slither and weave in and about the vegetables and grease them, but before she reached the middle, her hair and skin were scalded off, and she perished.

When the bird wanted to eat, no cook was there. Beside himself, he threw the wood this way and that, called out, looked everywhere, but no cook was to be found. Because of his carelessness, the scattered wood caught fire, and the entire house was soon aflame. The bird rushed to fetch water, but the bucket fell into the well, carrying him with it, and he drowned.
Bill Phillips: A cautionary tale Philine. Thank you smile
The catalogue of typographies can't be worse, Bill!
Bill Phillips: This is English culture Juan Carlos smile
  • Chad Doveton
  • Where latitude and longitude meet.
  • 19 Nov 2012, 09:28
I expect you tried them all eh Bill? Is that chef really Mick, he looks similar.
Bill Phillips: He is better looking than Mick. Believe it or believe it not i did not try any of this. However if I go again I might just sample the Big boy baguette
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 19 Nov 2012, 10:17
It looks like they make food in overdrive! If I would take a big boy early and eat the bacon part for breakfast and the sausages for dinner. I believe I won't go wanting.

People from Dorset must be well fed.
Bill Phillips: This is only a snack in Dorset Louis
A Sunday morning radio host pronounced pasties wrong and ended up having a British linguist on the show, not only correcting his pronunciation, but giving the history of the pastie.
Bill Phillips:

This will tell you all you need to know. A really well made Cornish Pasty is a delight
  • Alan
  • United Kingdom
  • 19 Nov 2012, 13:36
Now that looks like a light snack to have before lunch.
Bill Phillips: Just enough to keep you from feeling hunger pangs Alan
Cornwall's rival?
Bill Phillips: The only true Pasty is a Cornish one.
Wow. All that and you got the fish'n'chip shops too. Decisions, decisions.
Bill Phillips: We ended up in a nice little cafe and had an all day breakfast!
That Breakfast Cob (as they insist on calling them round my way) sounds really quite appetising, if not very healthy.
Bill Phillips: We call them cobs round here too.
  • John Prior
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 19 Nov 2012, 18:04
When I used to work in an ad agency near Smithfield the 'Hope' pub that was open from very early for market traders used to have a challenge grill, if you could eat everything they served you got your money back. Not even the 'big boys' could beat that challengesmile
Bill Phillips: I used to work with someone who probably would have succeeded. He regarded a 32 oz steak as a light lunch.
Looks like a good place for a sign shop...
Bill Phillips: They could do with one that could make decent signs grin
Weymouth seems being famous for its food Bill!
Bill Phillips: There was plenty of Choice Richard
Wonder what the life expectancy of the hardened Weymouth holiday goer is? 45?
No teacakes, then?
I hope you introduced them to the delights of that certain sausage, Bill - or does it not travel?

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