Well I sit in the west stand. Not to watch the rugby but to see what the row in front has brought for half time refreshment. The Pyrex comes out and an aroma of differing spices among the samosa's and vol a vonts is exquisite. The sausages on sticks one week was a bit of a poor show though.

You should join us in the east stand where you can enjoy the delights of chips cooked in 6 month old fat and burgers with questionable meat content. This can all be swilled down with a bottle of what can only be described as warm, fizzy yellow water.

Chips you say. No such luxury's in the North stand

You forgot about the worlds driest hot dog buns that contain something that resembles a dog turd

That's a coincidence - someone recently told me about the time the bogs were blocked and they had to have a crap in a toilet roll tube..
You don't suppose..

That's some impressively accurate defecating.

I think we should get the forum members to write the food descriptions within the stadium. That said, you have kicked off on this brilliantly and set the 2016 catering bar at an all time high.

Portion of Chips - potato fingers cooked lovingly in 6 month old fat.
Kc Lightstream Burger - a delicate but greasy minced meat pattie of questionable meat content lovingly charred in an air filled barm.
Bottle of Carling - refreshing warm, fizzy yellow water with a urine themed hue and taste.
9.5 inch long Hot Dog - the fans favourite. A tubular turd made from minced pigs sphincter served plain in a dried out mouldy white bun.

Can't wait for the descriptions on the Pies, Pasties and Pattie Butty.

The pie fillings look like a product of the norovirus

Chicken Balti Pie - stale artery blocking pastry infused with mildly spiced and aromatic norovirus by-product.

Anyone up for the Minced Beef and Onion Pie description?

I had a Pie once.

Once.

I'd driven over from Wessie Land and hadn't had any tea, Mr. Liftshare part of The Skein wasn't there to advise against, although, he is a gormclops Vegan so all of his opinions are naturally immediately dismissed.

If I'd wanted to put Krakatoa into my mouth, I'm sure I could have dug up and lit a gas main at far less expense.

The lack of flavour was compensated by the amount of fibrous mouth roof tissues that constituted my diet for the next week.

Priceless, but how can we precis that gem into a meaningful product description? Try this.

Chicken Balti Pie - A cross between Krakatoa and an exploding gas main with creamy mouth melting Norovirus sauce. A true cultural taste sensation guaranteed to make your derriere look like the Japanese flag for at least a week.

PATTIES thats what we miss down south they do not know what one is and Yorkshire cheese cakes loverly grub