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Hunger Pangs
Day 14, 06:30
If this were a health farm, the housemates would be laughing all the way to the tuck shop.
Slimline Ray worried he was at death's door due to lack of food.
He may be wasting away before our eyes, but does he know that people pay good money to lose weight by eating a calorie-controlled diet not dissimilar to the one he's on?
All that's missing are the coffee enemas.
The food war party huddled together to discuss their campaign for getting by on meagre rations.
Lots of jam butties was one suggestion and Federico, still in Boy-Scout mode enthused: "Let's buy as much bread as we physically can."
If all else fails, they can always rely on their never-seen-before-on-TV mouth-watering meal made from baked beans, tomato, stuffing powder, chilli and curry powder. Just think, they could switch off the electricity and run the house on wind power.
Sissy kept up the banter by shouting, "We are all going to be falling out of our pants!" But probably not in the way the boys were hoping.
Sweet-natured Cameron was probably the only one unaffected by the restricted diet. He was in here for "the company, the chat, the silly games. People are more important than food."
All together now, ahhh...
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