*Looks at drenched clothes* Thanks for the offer Bob, i'm going to put something that doesn't smell like the ocean and then i'll join you in the kitchen. Just to keep and eye on you an all..maybe i'll be able to figure out what you do wrong with your cooking

Now there's a good idea *looks at own sodden garments* ... wish I'd thought of that Ah well, I'll survive breakfast - wouldn't want to delay it anymore

I don't do anything wrong with my cooking! It's just your poor Aussie palate - that's it!

My poor Aussie palate?! hahah you're kidding right?.. i've seen a few television shows.. all you guys eat in England is 'bangers & mash', 'bacon butties' and 'fish n' chips' and Bobby, considering you eat bacon butties for breakfast, lunch and dinner.. i wouldn't be making fun of MY palate buddy

*heads off to cabin*

At least we don't just eat barbecues all year round, whilst drinking beer! Stereotyping works both ways you know

(Laughs to Bob as im actually having a BBQ in a couple of days)

*comes back all freshly changed and smelling of perfume* So Bob, what are you going to torment the Booze Cruisers with today for lunch?!

(Ah, but will there be beer? It's not a proper Aussie barbie without beer )

I thought torturing the others was your area of expertise... not that it's been working out too well so far I was thinking of cooking something a bit different - maybe bacon butties?

(Hahah! you know i think there may just be some =S)

ARGH! bacon butties, bacon butties, and more bacon butties! That's it Bob! we're making something different! something not containing bacon or the word 'butty'!

Now!.. rack that brain of yours and think of something else that can be delectable, and feed this lot

(Now there's a surprise! )

Erm... Pancakes? That's about the limit of my culinary knowledge I'm afraid. What would you suggest Mel?

Ha! pancakes and bacon butties.. that's all you can make! shocking stuff that!

*throws on an apron* hmm.. lunch?.. lunch?..ooh how about.. spaghetti! that doesn't contain bacon! or have the word butty in it!. Think the others will like it? *thinks to self* i wonder if Bob knows how to boil water?

What can I say? My talents lie outside the kitchen

Just spaghetti? that's a bit... plain, isn't it?

Not that I'm questioning your culinary expertice, I would never do that

*Rols eyes* i was thinkig spaghetti, because it's not complicated! and its quick!and i know how you need to eat more than 3 times every hour so..

alright, how about.. roast lamb, roast potatos and a few vegies on the side? complex enough for your liking Bob?..

oh but i don;t want to be here in the kitchen all day.. hey! maybe we let them make their own food!.. you aren't thir slave!

I'm... I'm not their slave? *Scratches head* I'm not their slave! Does that mean I'm yours instead? Freedom is too confusing

*Contemplates having her own Bob slave* ooh.. that could be fun..hmm.. No! no! Bob! i say you tell them to make their own food from now on! .. maybe then they'll learn to eat things other than bacon butties! oh.. shudder the thought they make their own food!

Hmm, im hungry though.. *whips up some toast*

Couldn't you tell them for me, whilst I hide somewhere? Just in case, you understand *Sneaks back to cabin before Mel can protest*

whats wrong with that? sorry to burst your bubble, but thats what we do here on the BC..eh stella?? *opens a cold frosty one*

*Turns around after hearing Bob's voice fade out* Where the devil has that Bob gone?!
i swear maybe instead of teaching Bob to cook more than bacon butties, i should teach him how not to be a little scardy cat!

*Goes in search of Bob* hmm.. maybe i should just stay in the kichen.. at least i know that the wuss will be back here..

Tids, you mean those things that get started, then just peter out really quickly? Great barbies they are!

*tiptoes back into the kitchen whilst Mel isn't looking and grabs a piece of toast, hurries back out*

*Turns to see Bob run out of the kichen* AHA!! you!! Freeze!! Don't you take another step you! *sees food in Bob's hand* Oh my god Bob! even when you're escaping from people you manage to feed yourself!

*thinks to self* What is going on here? I can't even remember why he's running..nor why i'm following..

*freezes, with toast halfway to his mouth* Is it ok if I eat this? You can't expect me to starve myself now? Wasting away, all alone in my cabin?

*piles on loads of briquettes, doses it with lighter fluid, leaves it too soak in for a minute,then lights it with a flame*
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Now thats a fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*looks with pride at 6 foot flames*

I dont think thats gonna fade out now is it........ooooh oooh quick, het the hose its caught paulas 'nylons' hanging out too dry

Edited at 13:47 Fri 9/05/08 (BST)