Containers and Kings (Burger that is)

You know what it is like at Baumhaus. It isn’t all bad, and although every computer in the world broke down in the same two hours today, someone handily pointed out that we need to be properly fortified if a container is arriving before lunch. Cue: let’s send for a Burger King (we are classy here – even though Jamie Oliver has been spotted pushing salads through the railings).

Pic. No. 1. Hazel looks like a rabbit caught in headlights when she does Phil’s expenses. She is thinking ‘what GL code can I put THAT under?’

If anyone fancies a bit of personality profiling, I am going to tell you what everyone ordered: Hazel; Ocean Catch, Becks and I; Piri Piri Chicken, Juan; Standard Burger Meal; and (here is the weird one), Phil; who ordered nothing! The reason it is weird is because of the nicknames that he has revolving around food, such as gannet, hollow-legs, gut-bucket, billy-goat (as in he will eat things that make a billy-goat puke), dustbin, and man-boobs (now shortened to Moobs for expediency’s sake).

Pic. No. 2. Eating at your desk is "completely disgusting" [Juan, April 2009]

Noticing the new Burger King packaging, a conversation quickly arose revolving around how shocking the calorific value of a burger was, and what you would have to do to burn that amount of calories off (sorry can’t post the results of that conversation!). Meanwhile, Hazel and I were lamenting the days when the only way you could tell how fat food was going to make you, was to heat it over a Bunsen burner (remember the peanut experiment in chemistry?). Suddenly, we heard a ‘PARP PARP’ as the container drew up outside and the driver sounded his horn.

With everyone ‘Burger-Kinged-up’, the container was unloaded in 1 hour and 10 minutes flat. That is ab-so-bloody-lutely-super-fast for a 40’ High Cube.

Pic. No. 3. Becks working like a pit pony

In fact, the outbound vans were being loaded before the container had left. That is very slick that is. Wow. BK meals are the new marching powder!