A TALE OF TWO LADS

Keggs and Biff were best mates, and played rugby at Broughton Park since they were teenagers. Rumour has it Keggs was told he would never make first team as long as day followed night. Of course, he went on to captain the club and achieved club and county honours. Biff was the junior and Keggs told him he would never be picked for the first team as he was far too young.

Two weeks later he was picked for the first team, and he too went on to captain the club and achieved club and county honours. The moral of that little story is to not believe everything that you are told, and don’t make the same mistake by repeating the same rhetoric. Whether your dream is to become a star or sit a sausage still, giving up should be far from your mind.

County rugby was as far as Keggs’ and Biff’s talent took them. Another time, another place and maybe they could have gone further, but as years went by and many hours were spent at the club bar they developed a deep understanding, friendship and mutual respect for each other. As the years rolled by and the bones started to creak a little louder, they also got grumpier, complained much more frequently and Sunday hangovers were beginning to make themselves at home until waving goodbye on the Wednesday.

It was one such Sunday morning when Biff had risen from his slumber with the dreaded buzz of the hangover bee lingering around his heavy head. As everyone knows, sausages are one of the most dependable hangover cures, so he headed straight for the fridge and proceeded to slap a full pack onto the grill (grill, not fry if you want to live longer!). No matter how many times Biff took the grill out and turned the sausages, the meat refused to sit still each and every time.

Biff pulled the grill out and slid it back in again, out and back in again, out……you get the picture! Biff has had enough.

“WHY ON EARTH DON’T THEY INVENT SOMETHING TO KEEP THE SAUSAGES STILL!!”

Well they have and you can find it here, http://www.sausagesitter.com/