One Foot In The Grave, Series 2 (1990)

[Talking about Victor's diet]

Pippa:
What sort of things does he eat?

Margaret:
[disgustedly] Anything, of any sort or description. In the most hideous and disgusting of combinations. Food you wouldn't put in the same cupboard, he'd happily slice up together on his weetabix. It's like watching non-stop junk mail going through a letter box. I think he lost all sense of taste years ago.

Pippa:
Stomach like a bin liner? [Margaret murmers in agreement]