Old Dr  Quelchling auscultated my innards as thoroughly as one would have thought possible, considering the age and condition of his stethoscope, but nevertheless his diagnosis of:  " something's not quite right in there"  was surely rather nebulous, to say the very least; but to be fair to the poor chap, unbeknownst to him I had recently over-indulged in my favourite treats of steak-and-kidney pie and chips, followed by chocolate digestive biscuits and jam roly-poly pudding;  then a larger than average chunk of cheddar cheese; two packets of crisps and a boiled turnip, leaving my aforementioned hapless innards chockablock with half-digested food, the penetration  of which noxious sludge  would have defeated even the best state-of-the-art space technology, as featured on "Star Trek:  To Boldly Go Where No-One Dared Go Before.”

After her rather nebulous complaints about an upset stomach, the emergency room physician put his stethoscope on her tummy to auscultate her abdomen and try to figure out what was causing her discomfort, but unbeknownst to the doctor, her guts were chockablock with enchiladas, tacos, beans, and rice from a huge Mexican meal that she had just eaten down the street at Paco’s, and he stood up looking quite puzzled because what he had heard sounded a lot like mariachi music.