THE SCENARIO: After a day’s work, the workmen in the van sing about what would be a nice accompaniment to a Steakhouse Grill…
Will it be chips or jacket spuds
Will it be salad or frozen peas
Will it be mushrooms
Fried onion rings
You’ll have to wait and see!
The poor driver looks totally fed up when the first workman breaks out into pre-dinner-time song. He shakes his head, and his face has the look of ‘Not again, I hear this every evening, why can’t you just bloody-well wait til you get home to find out?‘ The whole shebang has got that broken record feeling. The driver just wants to put his foot down and dump-off his colleagues ASAP!
The colleagues choir…
Make no mistake, these men have been practising for a decent length of time (probably every evening for the last 18 months – same time, same place to the annoyance of the driver). The first two lines of the song rolls effortlessly off the tongue and the timing of the others joining in is impeccable…
Birds Eye Steakhouse Grills
Pure ground beef that looks like a steak and cooks like a steak – it’s what the dinnertime choir have been craving. There was no doubt that Steakhouse Grills would be on their plate, but what would partner-up with it? The men were hoping that chips would beat-off competition from jacket spuds, salad, mushrooms, fried onion rings and frozen peas. The final question on the advert is ‘What will you give your old man with his steakhouse grill?‘
The twisted end?
The driver has finally had enough… he slams his foot down on the accelerator pedal and goes around bends and corners like a drunk Formula 1 driver. The choir in the van are thrown around like puppets and the dinnertime song is replace by shrieks and bumps. He then drops-off his colleagues one-by-one. A loud screech of the wheels is heard as he reaches each drop-off point. As each colleague stumbles out the van, battered and bruised, the driver sings ‘Will it be chips or jacket spuds …‘
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