Delia Smith is talking to her agent,
Agent
You’ve really blown it this time Delia, supporting battery chickens has made you the Stephen Wright of celebrity chefs. I’ve only got one job offer for you.
Delia
What job is there for some one who thinks living things; should be cooped up in inhumane conditions, and tortured? Just so fat lazy, slobs, can feel safe stuffing themselves with shite, and ruining the world.
Agent
George Bush. He wants you to be an inspector in Guantanamo Bay.
Delia
Yes Delia Smith’s cruel dinners, tell him I’ll do it on one condition.
Agent
What condition?
Delia
There must be room in Guantanamo for a smart arsed, big tongued, mockney.