Total success in hot breaddy snacks...
I shouldn't admit this in writing, but a group of us liberated the canteen rotary toaster that can do a whole loaf to perfection in four minutes if you stand there feeding it it in two slices at a time, a theoretical 400 slices an hour. Whee-oo!!
We're going to use it Saturday to watch the match in the Common Room and brew tea till we bust, it's a "dry" house by agreement. Then after there's a Air Crash Investigation marathon for those gory types who work in Traffic Control. Sadistic bastards they are, talking to the English drivers only in Welsh until the stressed-out fuckers apologise, running a pool for how many DOA that day and so-on. I blamed the petrol fumes until I met them, they are just naff people. But they are bringing the bread and jam, butter came with the toaster and beverages are up to the bloke whose drinking them. It's miserable living in the Section House, until something like this breaks the monotony. God help anything that means I have to go on duty... Bloody Torchwood take note.