Tom B heroically cooked us this roast after our intrepid mission to the seedy canalside SWAT! free party. Feeling weak and weary yorkshire puds, roast chicken with all the trimmings was just what we needed to sort us out.
After ear-bashing techno for nigh on 6 hours we elected to eat in near-silence. A mere 2 cans of kronenberg were swilled down between the six of us.