Like **** it is. He's always going on about me talking bollocks but he never reads anything. Anyway, I've had enough of this banter. I'm off for some Spanish fillet steak at a very plush French restaurant in downtown Bristol. I might go for a bottle of the Chateau Talbot '88.* *BANTER WARNING! Miserable Northern bastards with zero charisma and lacking a sense of humour may be within the vicinity of this thread. If encountered, please approach with caution. Highly depressing.
Oh, but you do. You’re reading this right now and whispering “****” under your breath. See. I know you, Chef.
Correct Les! Ginger does have a soul and for you and the rest of the feeble minded most of them will have missed the fact that life is a lesson in humility which in your case was timely served.