One tin one spoon
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There seems to be some internet footage going around called "Two girls one cup" which I can only assume to be 2 young lady students having to eat a pot noodle just before their grant cheque comes in ... however I'd like to do our own version on Pistonheads, in a theoretical way, and ask the question
You are washed up on a desert island, your luxury item is one can of food and one spoon, what would you choose?
Now considering you can go all they way from a tin of Beluga caviar to a tin of Pedigree chum Lamb in gravy .. what would you go for as your one tinned produce as a taste of home and luxury whilst you eat dates and coconuts whilst waiting to be rescued?
Andy
You are washed up on a desert island, your luxury item is one can of food and one spoon, what would you choose?
Now considering you can go all they way from a tin of Beluga caviar to a tin of Pedigree chum Lamb in gravy .. what would you go for as your one tinned produce as a taste of home and luxury whilst you eat dates and coconuts whilst waiting to be rescued?
Andy
Edited by zakelwe on Wednesday 17th March 22:38
calibrax said:
hmmm I might change my answer to corned beef as well.. seeing as we get one tin, one spoon and no can opener... 
From 'Three Men in Boat':We are very fond of pineapple, all three of us. We looked at the picture on the tin; we thought of the juice. We smiled at one another, and Harris got a spoon ready.
Then we looked for the knife to open the tin with. We turned out everything in the hamper. We turned out the bags. We pulled up the boards at the bottom of the boat. We took everything out on to the bank and shook it. There was no tin-opener to be found. Then Harris tried to open the tin with a pocket-knife, and broke the knife and cut himself badly; and George tried a pair of scissors, and the scissors flew up, and nearly put his eye out. While they were dressing their wounds, I tried to make a hole in the thing with the spiky end of the hitcher, and the hitcher slipped and jerked me out between the boat and the bank into two feet of muddy water, and the tin rolled over, uninjured, and broke a teacup. Then we all got mad. We took that tin out on the bank, and Harris went up into a field and got a big sharp stone, and I went back into the boat and brought out the mast, and George held the tin and Harris held the sharp end of his stone against the top of it, and I took the mast and poised it high up in the air, and gathered up all my strength and brought it down. It was George's straw hat that saved his life that day. He keeps that hat now (what is left of it), and, of a winter's evening, when the pipes are lit and the boys are telling stretchers about the dangers they have passed through, George brings it down and shows it round, and the stirring tale is told anew, with fresh exaggerations every time. Harris got off with merely a flesh wound. After that, I took the tin off myself, and hammered at it with the mast till I was worn out and sick at heart, whereupon Harris took it in hand. We beat it out flat; we beat it back square; we battered it into every form known to geometry - but we could not make a hole in it. Then George went at it, and knocked it into a shape, so strange, so weird, so unearthly in its wild hideousness, that he got frightened and threw away the mast. Then we all three sat round it on the grass and looked at it. There was one great dent across the top that had the appearance of a mocking grin, and it drove us furious, so that Harris rushed at the thing, and caught it up, and flung it far into the middle of the river, and as it sank we hurled our curses at it, and we got into the boat and rowed away from the spot, and never paused till we reached Maidenhead.
Edited by Simpo Two on Thursday 18th March 12:23
Hmmm, how about a nice tin of cassoulet? That would do me:
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