Ingredients:
Prawns
Corpse
Seasoned flour
Method:
Select spot near Freo traffic bridge for prawn gathering night dive.
Discover corpse in 10 metres of water while gathering prawns.
Gag, swim the hell away.
Notify Water Police.
Shell prawns.
Toss prawns in seasoned flour, batter and deep fry.
Check news for updates on whose body it was.
Consider Police Chaplain’s offer of PTSD counseling.
Thanks to scuba adventurer MikeyD for this innovative dish
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July 14, 2008 at 9:22 pm |
ew, not sure i want to try this one
mikeyd must be on the most wanted list of the michelin “where not to get yr recipes from” list – mind u the photos lookokidoki – perhaps the proof is in the pudding, not the thought of the pudding …. still, ew is what comes to mind………… in fact, ew, ew, ew,ew, and more ew …….
July 15, 2008 at 5:38 pm |
…does it always have to come back to prawnography, Wilster?
July 23, 2008 at 3:54 pm |
Good lord… I remember that story and thinking that the water police were a bit slack when the ABC reporter on the scene at 7.30am was saying, ‘they expect to resume searching in the next hour’. Mind you, it was bloody cold.
November 6, 2008 at 1:51 pm |
A bloke’s wife goes missing while diving off the West Australian coast.
He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night
wondering what could have happened to her.
Next morning there’s a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple
of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.
The Sarge says, ‘Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some
really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news’.
‘Well,’ says the bloke, ‘I guess I’d better have the bad news first?’
The Sarge says, ‘I’m really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill
here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef.
He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.’
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of
a turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what
the good news is.
The Sarge says, ‘Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few
really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we’ve
brought you your share.’
He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or
five crabs in it.
‘Geez thanks. They’re bloody beauties. I guess it’s an ill wind and all
that… So what’s the other possible good news?
‘Well’, the Sarge says, ‘if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here
get off duty at around 11 o’clock and we’re gonna shoot over there and
pull her up again!