Gavin: You want meat?

Last night a lovely mum thrust a plate of something under my nose and said 'you want meat? My brother he come with it from Poland'. It would have been a nice treat except it was 2.10am and I was in my pyjamas taking a bottle of wee to the sluice room. Of all the things that have happened, refusing slices of sausage in a corridor whilst saying 'oooh, it's a bit early for me love' has to rank up there as one of the more surreal. Please insert your own sausage/pyjama joke here as I'm too tired.