Quote ="ThePrinter"Well loads always go on about cake on here.
This is just chocolate cake based.'"
On a related theme, I was on a works night out, about 20 years ago, and we'd had a meal at Biotro Fiore, which used to be opposite WH Smiths. We finished with chocolate fudge cake. The night continued, firstly in the pub, then at the nightclub 'Madison's'. We were classy, like. Anyway, after dancing a bit too hard, I had to rush to the toliet cubicle and I threw up everywhere. On the walls, all over the bowl, on the floor, everywhere. For the most part, it was the rements of the chocolate fudge cake. I wanted to leave a sign for the poor cleaner explaining it wasn't poo. Instead I got the hell out of there.
