A Nice Spanish Idiom

"Mas azquerosa que una cucharada de mocos," that is, nastier than a spoonful of bogeys.

The La's of Liverpool in 1991 (one last time).

Beef and the Human Body

Firstly, there is beef anticipation. This is due entirely to the proximity of steak. It makes you over-salivate and talk nonsense.
There is also beef comfort. This is the pleasure you derive from eating beef (stemming, perhaps, from the satisfaction gained from eating an animal much larger than yourself; there is no such pleasure to be had from chicken).
Finally, there is beef angst. This is the ill-at-ease you suffer after eating too much beef. The physical symptoms - perspiration face, discomfort at table, clammy palms and belly-stretch - are reflected mentally in a certain bovine lethargy, which is a preference for groaning over talking.

I am no scientist, but I think that eating beef probably makes you more like a cow.

So, in the cold of New York last week, my brothers and I would seek constant refuge in burger joints. Running in, heaping coats and hats and scarves and gloves into a corner, we ordered whatever might be beefiest, with a root beer. Saliva and nonsense would follow. Quick, quick, hurry, hurry, I can eat more than you! Then the plunge of our teeth through the bread and into the warm meat: a rush of comfort, another triumph of man over beast, sensational well-being. We were warmed from without and from within. (Note that my face was already warm because I have a beard.) Conversation and root beer, a pick at the fries, life's a delight. Then, 10 minutes later, the second plunge: eating induced dementia and the need to lie down. The hunters as target: sitting ducks full of beef. More root beer, in bigger gulps, but the brick in the belly would be stuck. Terrible thirst, a bloodless head, pounding ears. This is beef angst, come to chase comfort from our table. Attached is a picture of Tommy in the depths of the condition.