Nothing says christmas like a big sausage

Especially when you admire the rhythmic routine of the staff... pick up & turn a few rows of raw sausages, take the same tongs & walk around to pick up and turn a few rows of cooked sausages... repeat ad nauseum.

Never have I, and indeed my insides, been so glad that I am too tight fisted to hand over £4 for a bratwurst bap, which isn't a phrase you get to use very often.