It's Mumsnet/George Foreman story time! Add a line and you could win a grill worth £70: bring them home time....NOW CLOSED

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The folks at George Foreman have been inspired by the hilarious post-a-line-at-a-time storytelling threads started by MNers in the past (like this one), so to help promote their fab new comp on their pages on MN (where you could win a family holiday to Lanzarote), they're challenging you lot to get your creative juices flowing and come up with some novel posts.

You'll see, below, that the George Foreman team have started a story and now they're inviting you to add to it. Anyone who does (and who sticks to the 'broad rules') will be in with the chance of winning a 10 portion Grill & Griddle from George Foreman, RRP £69.99

Broad rules:

1 One line/ sentence per post (you can post more than once, but don't get too carried away)

2 You don't have to mention George Foreman grills but can shoehorn in if you want - feel free to cunningly and by stealth include references to the great qualities of the grills (namely fat reducing, healthy eating, quick cooking, versatility, speed of cooking etc )

3 Try to keep it (at least) vaguely clean - this is a family product after all .

4 Everyone who adds a comment will be entered into a prize draw where one MNer will win a 10 portion grill & griddle from George Foreman worth £69.99.

5 Draw will take place on Monday 5th August.

So, the story starts with a scenario many of us might recognise....

The Watson Family Holiday....

As the packed car trundled slowly down the ferry ramp into Calais, Susan briefly felt the relaxation of being on holiday.

Already this morning, Jude and Eleanor had been squeezed into the back seats with a selection of toys, treats and promises of fun to come. Susan had thought ahead and grilled some chicken strips on her George Foreman and created some chicken and salad wraps for for a healthy lunch on the road. Buster the cat had been transported into the care of their helpful neighbour Alf.

Now the sat nav was being tuned to France - and as she selected their destination Susan hooked it up so Dan could see the next instruction. Their heavily-loaded people carrier rolled off into the ferry terminal, and Susan said......

and fondled with the dead wasp she spotted next to the wine stain on Katie's back seat.

(Do y'all think the George Foreman people are impressed?)

Meanwhile, Susan et al were merrily driving towards their French campsite, singing French songs and grilling everything they could see.

The kids were happy, the cat was happy, Alf was very happy, he finally had Susan all to himself, and Susan couldn't wait to get her wraps out again when she arrived at the campsite. Get her George Foreman grill going and make her lovely grilled chicken wraps.

But when they arrived at the campsite it was to see no caravan, only to be top that the last guests had been (shock) frying sausages and set it on fire "that's because they weren't using the George Forman grill with its temperature controlled plates" said Susan.
"Where are we going to sleep whined the kids, alf and the large French woman.

only to be told

The French lady gave them her dress to use as a tent and because the George Foreman grill runs on magic and fairy dust, they didn't even need an electricity hook up!

With this, things took a harrowing turn, as, freed from her disguise, the horrified campers saw that the Frenchwoman was none other than Georgette Homme-Avant, leader of the dastardly terrorist group The Ragged Trousered Barbecuers (an evil sect dedicated to returning the world to the days of open-fire cooking, cold sausages and singed fingers, by destroying every George Foreman grill in existence) - 'Yes!' yelled Georgette dementedly as she removed her batwing shrug, 'It is I! Hand over your grills, or I shall kill you all!!!'

"Run!" shrieked Susan to the children, whilst expertly spinning toasted, yet-to-be-filled wraps at Georgette. Thankfully, she had been top of the class in her schools' Frisbee tournament, so her aim was pretty good...

'Darling, do you fancy a strip, because I slapped my chicken fillets on George earlier and they spiced up nicely?'

simpered Alf to Buster...

Buster responded with a look, and stated he preferred seared tuna. Preferably seasoned with a delicate Chinese spice, and grilled spring onions.

The family ran towards an old French farmhouse, only to be met by a beautiful woman and her moustached farmer husband.
"Bonjour my darlings, let us help you" said Samantha Brick...

...and the beautiful woman smiled warmly at the children while Farmer Brick tweaked his moustache his eyes twinkling in the sunlight.

At that point a loud mewing noise came from the back. "Oh no!" groaned Susan, 'forget the chicken grillies, our neighbour will be enjoying a whole host of new recipes with our George Foreman grill, we've got an extra mouth to feed here, we'd better......"

At that point a loud mewing noise came in the distance from the back of the car. "Oh no!" groaned Susan, 'forget the chicken grillies, our neighbour at home will be enjoying a whole host of new recipes with our George Foreman grill, we've got an extra mouth to feed here, we'd better......"

"...steal back the Foreman grill and make a run for it." and they sprinted across the campsite while the Brick woman called "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" after them.

Not even beautiful Samantha Brick could compete with the beautifully seared chicken fillets and tuna steaks beautifully marked with a sear of charcoal trelllis and the beautifully moist flesh which the Foreman grill had so beautifully grilled...

Susan and Dan quickly loaded the children and the grill into the car and roared off into the distance. Dan said ' What about lunch? I fancy a hot, lightly oiled squid'

Susan and Alf made it back to the car, clutching the grill gleefully between them...

blast it x-posted.

Ok, um,

Susan agreed with a delighted whimper, as she massaged the oil delectably into the squid, moaning as she squeezed it through her long, supple fingers...

Leaving Samantha Brick to wonder where they found a squid in the middle of a French campsite and whether it was possible for her to become even more beautiful if she started lightly grilling her food from now on.

"Darn it all woman, you got that right in my eye" grumbled Alf. The children howled with laughter, shrieking "look it's all shrivelling up on the George Forman"
"worry not" soothed Susan "it'll be beautifully moist"..

6orgeous they might have been earlier in the day,but somehow the arid plastid ha permeate then, catching sight of a local boucherie she was drawn to the glorious array of local produce: lamb chops, pork rillettes and the most beautifully marbelled steak she had ever seen...a vision of a sizzling sirloin grilling meatily on the grill, excess fat rolling down the little channels...hmmmm - quick as a flash she obtained the finest steak known to man and stashed it away from prying eyes; her greedy, lazy and destructive family could manage with some sausages - this would be her treat.

Because she's worth it.

Suddenly there was a loud bang from next to the grill! No one had ever cleaned it and all the excess fat had congealed and exploded.

"I wish I could grill our luggage on the George Forman, it could do with a bit of fat reducing!"

"If only this journey was as quick and easy as grilling chicken on my George Forman"