A Monty Python Moment: Spam!

So, just in case anyone wants to leave comments on the Scribbles in future, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to do something for me; I have finally turned on word verification. 

I realise this is a pain in the proverbial - and some of you will automatically not leave a comment because of it. But I've been fairly heavily spammed recently - mainly about shoes, though goodness knows why - and it's getting to be a bit problematic for both my inbox and the blog, in spite of the usual filters.

Maybe I'll be able to turn it off again soon, when the spammers get tired...because, in the words of Monty Python...

Interior: cheap café. All the customers are Vikings. Mr and Mrs Bun enter—downwards (on wires).

Mr. Bun:

Morning.

Waitress:

Morning.

Mr. Bun:

What have you got, then?

Waitress:

Well there's egg and bacon; egg, sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam; or lobster thermidor aux crevettes, with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle paté, brandy and a fried egg on top and spam.

Mrs. Bun:

Have you got anything without spam in it?

Waitress:

Well, there's spam, egg, sausage and spam. That's not got MUCH spam in it.

Mrs. Bun:

I don't want ANY spam.