A man can get used to awful food rather quickly if he has to, and when one travels the world doing horrible things for Builders' League United, one has to. There has never been any question about that.

But next week they will be slugging things out in a small town with an unpronounceable name in one of the more forested parts of Europe that still remain, and when it's over there will be time to peel away from the company lodgings and head to Stuttgart. And if the Medic knows his Grandmama at all, she's already started cooking in anticipation of his temporary homecoming.

So hopefully his reluctance to deal with the stuff served in the mess today can be excused. In his head he's already at a proper dinner table, and no mess hall can measure up to that.