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Dick In The Butty (2024)

Barnaby sighed. He knew Dick wouldn't leave until he had secured a portion of the prize. With the resigned air of a man paying a tax he didn't owe, Barnaby pulled the sandwich apart. He tore a generous corner off the left side and handed it over.

Dick popped the morsel into his mouth, chewed with theatrical appreciation, and nodded. "Needs more butter, but it'll do. Cheers, Barnaby." dick in the butty

"There," Barnaby said. "A piece of the butty for Dick. Now, will you let a man eat in peace?" Barnaby sighed

A butty, for the uninitiated, was not just a sandwich. It was a structural engineering project. It required thick, buttered slices of white bread and a filling substantial enough to survive a North Sea gale. On this particular Tuesday, Barnaby had prepared a masterpiece: a thick-cut bacon butty with a dollop of brown sauce. He tore a generous corner off the left

"Right then, Barnaby," Dick boomed, hovering over the bench. "That’s a fine-looking specimen you’ve got there."