Blue Oyster Cut...

You are a young adventurous man from Australia who loves oysters. You have pride in your nation's molluscs and you are in Seattle. You want to do a little compare and contrast with the pacific north west's famed fare. You go to the fish markets to buy a dozen, but then find out they can't sell them shucked. You give the salty guy behind the counter a wink as he hands you a rusty oyster knife. You go out to the car-park followed by your panic stricken wife and although you've never opened an oyster before, you work it out. In the process you nearly sever the suicide vein in your wrist 1000 times but remain determined. From the moment one of these beauties slides down your throat you realise it was all worth it.