Just popped to the local spar on the way home from work to buy some plonk to watch the F1 sprint I’ve recorded and out the corner of my eye, I see a crate of Thatchers and I tit you not, I have just sicked in my mouth thinking about what he must smell like.
And I thought I have a strong stomach because of my job….
And I thought I have a strong stomach because of my job….