Anyway this set off one of those odd trains of thought that pop into your head from time to time, and I came up with some alternative lyrics for the song on the theme of unsuccessful cookery (not implying that Amy isn't a good cook, of course!!). So here it is  - with apologies to Freddie Mercury, Brian May and the gang. Hopefully you can remember the tune well enough to follow along! Bohemian Cookery Is this the real life, Is this just stroganoff? Caught in a beef stew, no escape from reality; Heat up your pies, and season your fries and see: I'm just a poor chef, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Make stir fry, or cook slow; Anything the fridge shows, doesn't really matter, to me... Mama, just burnt a pan; Put my gas stove on to fry, turned the knob up way too high; Mama, lunch had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away: Mama, oo-ooo; Didn't mean to make you cry If I've not cooked again this time tomorrow - Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters. Too late, my time is up, Pick the phone up, make a call  - Get a takeout at the mall, Goodbye everybody - I've got to go - Gotta leave you all behind and call the man - Mama ooo - (takeaway from Domino's) I don't want to fry, I sometimes wish I'd never seen Rachael Ray - I see a little silhouetto of a man, Papa John, Papa John, can I get a ...