It’s raining, I have an urge for meat of dubious origins [that’s what exercise & a healthy diet does for you]…

I was going to do bloody great £ sign shaped pylons all covered in lightbulbs in honour of the greedy bastards at British Gas for whom £2.8 billion profit last year is not enough BUT they probably couldn’t give a shit about the average man in the street and there’s no point ruining my whole afternoon gnashing at some faceless mega-corp directorship who are all allegedly far too busy getting soused on yachts / golf courses and ordering hot & cold running mistresses on company expenses to give a flying f[armers].

Now where did I put that Chilli Sauce..? …and how quickly does Doner meat cook using 440,000 volts?!