The Delicious Dishes team have gathered together in a private viewing room to watch some actors portray them on film. They've demanded full approval before allowing us to send out the DVD so we thought it only fair to let them see it first. Prima Donnas.
So without further ado, let's get started as the team settle down with a bucket of popcorn (or bucket of brandy in Harvey's case) and watch Delicious Scene 1.
And....run VT!! Hahaha! We've always wanted to say that...ahem...just click on play.
The Writers: Okay, there you have it guys. What did you think?
Harvey: I wasn't in it that much was I? Thank god for that. He's a handsome guy though so good choice of actor. Was Clooney not available? Never mind. Well done.
Matt: What the fuck was that? I'm not like him at all. For a start I wouldn't be chopping up fucking lettuce leaves. That's a job for a commis chef. Which we don't have. Why haven't we got a fucking commis chef, Harvey?
Harvey: Well...
The Writers: No time for that now guys. Olli?
Olli: Hmm, not bad. That lad looks a bit like me. Good skin. Mine's better obviously. Good use of hand lotion but not my brand, I use the expensive stuff. I think I could have had a bit more screen time though. More close-ups on my face. Much more. And my bum. I've got a great bum. Do you want to see...
The Writers: Moving on. Liz?
Liz: She is very handsome woman. I is liking her hair. Very dissimilar to my own. You know once I was acting alongside Bad Pritt and he was wanting to smooth my pubic hair with Jolieangela's comb but I turn to him and say...
The Writers: Okay, another time, Liz. Well thanks for the feedback guys. Let's move on to next scene. Here's one for Voyto.
The Writers: Right, erm, any thoughts on that?
Voyto: You are kidding me, right?
The Writers: What's the problem?
Voyto: Well for a start, I'm younger, better looking and taller. And as for the hair...
The Writers: There's no need to be insulting.
Voyto: Insulting? You think that was insulting? I haven't even begun.
The Writers: So not to your taste then?
Voyto: I think you'll find taste does not come into it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to lie down in a dark room with a lavender infused flannel across my forehead.
The Writers: Must be a big flannel.
Voyto: Pardon?
The Writers: Nothing. Let's move on...
The Writers: So guys, we think you are all getting a feel for it. What do you think?
Olli: Given I’m almost masturbating the mozzarella I suppose getting a feel for it is pretty much in context. But do you know what really got me?
The Writers: We’re all ears Olli.
Olli: And then some, but it was his hands. Ben’s hands look really good. Jesus it was like looking in some sort of hand mirror or something. They were my hands. Firm, tanned and moisturised to the hilt. Do you have his number?
The Writers: Why would you want Ben’s number?
Olli: So we can discuss hand moisturiser of course. I mean, if he’s using something that’s better then I want to know about it. I’m near the pinnacle of my profession and I need the best. Are you going to give me his number or what!?
Matt: Oh shut the fuck up and moisturise your hands in that sink full of dishes. I on the other hand thought Paul was bit on the aggressive side to be playing me. I take the more explanatory approach in the kitchen.
Olli: The what? Explanatory approach! You?
Matt: I like to nurture my protégé’s efforts. Feed them what they need to know and let them express in such a way the food simply sings from the plate to the palette.
Olli: You what?
Liz: That actress one playing me looks like the babe I am, but sounds like what Matt is now. The browning round the mouth indicates talks too much out the button hole.
Olli: Bottom hole.
Liz: That too also.
The Writers: Thanks…we think.
The Writers: Hahahahahaha....
Marge: Something amusing you two?
The Writers: Erm, you?
Marge: You think that's funny do yer? That's the sort of idiots I have to deal with on a daily basis you know.
The Writers: But you do it so well.
Matt: Never mind her, now can you see why my talent is wasted in this place? I'm an artist.
The Writers: Like Harvey?
Matt: Huh?
The Writers: A piss artist.
Harvey: Did someone say my name...?
Matt: No! A masterpiece artist.
The Writers: I think you'll find Harvey is the master.
Matt: I'm a culinary artist!!!
Liz: I is known back home as the culiningus artist too.
Matt: No! Culinary! As in food! Oh for fu...