It was a bright, cold day in May, and the clocks were striking thirteen. The Paramount was looking resplendent in the golden haze of the shimmering Autumn sun. Peanut, Jelly and Butter gathered, sadly without Mayonnaise, to chew the collective fat.
The three effete aesthetes made merry in the garrulous food court. All were in a particularly gay mood.
Chef Wanka was keeping the masses well fed with his hot, spicy meat and protein-based sauce. Peanut had ordered his meal from somewhere else but his meat was smoking, so much so that he had to slow down and use some lubricant. As this was one of his better days, Butter only repeated the 'lubricant' joke four times.
Jelly regaled his friends with stories about his move to a new abode, replete with impaired folk next door who are apparently giving his missus a good seeing to. Peanut lamented sadly that he wasn't allowed to drive the bus, although all agreed that this predicament was better than 'furry fat fanny'.
There was further fascination in Butter's oversized Le Coq Sportif hooded jumper. Clearly, Peanut and Jelly were quite jealous of Butter's big red Coq. Discussion turned to Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Junior, and then the piece de resistance, Freddie Mercury who clearly remains the gents' idol for his unorthodoxy.
As they trudged wearily back to their jobs, all agreed that he loved Big Brother.
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