I've just made myself a cracked black pepper and vinegar sandwich and it tasted very fucking nice indeed. So I suppose the next logical step would be to start drinking the stuff.
Barman: Yes, sir. What will it be?
Slap: Vinegar
Barman: I'm sorry?
Slap: Vinegar
Barman: I'm afraid we don't serve vinegar, sir.
Slap: What sort of a fucking dump is this place? Get me the manager here now and he best have a fucking pint of Sarsons with him.
Barman: Very well, sir
Slap: While your at it, pass me that vat of pickled eggs and take all the eggs out. No fucking vinegar indeed.