Hi. Cap'n Mac. I had to go and ask. Google what the hell was a weenie. Ok a sausage. Blimey. You must have come from the right side of the track. Corr a sausage that was high living. We were lucky if we got some old spuds. As we nearly always had fires going up on the hill we would bung the spuds In the
embers of the fire. To cook. Wich was ok. If you knew were it was. In case some other boy swiped it.
The best part was the skin. A real. Tasty Burnt charcoal flavour. Those were th days when the Sun
Alway shone. Ok. Things you never forget Ciao. POZDRAWSKI