Whilst sitting in the pub waiting for the children to come out of school yesterday afternoon, drinking nothing stronger than coffee I can assure you! One of the chefs strolled across the bar, and sat down behind me to have his lunch. Now I probably don’t have the best table manners in the world, but this man took it to another level.
In between cutlery scrapping on his plate, constant belching and sucking gravy off his fork, the sound of his mastication grew steadily louder. Imagine a cow chewing the cud, times it by ten and you’re still not close.
He topped it off by belching and farting rather loudly at the same time, before making his way to the toilet.
Any thought of ordering food was instantly forgotten…….