Ah - The vagaries and indiscretions of youth !!!

Thirty-odd years ago I was living in a sort of commune in Beckenham SE London. I expect quite a number of names on the folk scene can remember 24 Foxgrove Road.

One of my flatmates was rather more impecunious than the rest of us and anything left open or half-eaten in the fridge tended to disappear without trace. One day when the culprit was out we made a meat pie out of the cheapest can of dog food which we could find (we did add some herbs etc) cut it in two and left half in the fridge - it disappeared. We transferred the other half from the freezer the next day - that went too. The flatmate never understood all the jokes about biting the postman, entering for Crufts etc. over the next week or two.

Another flatmate's parents visited one day - we were all out at the pub - but as the back door was rarely locked they let themselves in. It was a hot day and they found some orange squash and used a few ice cubes out of the freezer.... I never did find out what they really thought about their first (and presumambly last) trip !