I fucking hate getting those dicks on the train, especially around Footscray when they come in with beer in one hand and freshly lit durry in the other.
Bob, this guy (from what I remember) had either a full cooking show, or maybe just short segments and was one of the nicest, most polite well spoken guys around. His catchphrase was "Where's the cheese?". To see this so many years later is just killing me. I mean it really hurts I am laughing my ass off that hard.
"Peter, G'Day, Russell, G'Day, Clarrrrrrrrrrrrke"
"Where's the Cheese, get fucked!"
No offence Neb.
Sparky, maybe you will have to chase up the owners of that infamous shop on Russell Street when you are back. (it was you that had the drama's wasn't it?).