“Don’t burn your throat with the hot mince, mate,” I said. “Looks like a bloody pelican.” Dawn had stopped her buttering to stare at Ross eating. Johnno, too, was transfixed and held his mug suspended halfway to his mouth. “Bloody hell, finished it in five seconds.” The pie-eating show was over before it began and Dawn returned to bending Johnno’s ear.”
Book:Smoko