Addicted to Fisherman’s Friends , yes that’s me but as I had to point out to a rather vague friend of mine “not the two legged sort.” No I am not trawling the banks of smart rivers or vomiting on some choppy water in the dark, which I once did with a gentleman appropriately named Lillicrap. It was hell. They are magic throat sweets I chew them because basically I talk too much. Now this business of “ luxury cottages “ . Well it depends on your definition of luxury. I won’t go there actually. No not again at least
Arachnophobia is a very common affliction and I think the majority of the female population have it, but it is perhaps the one chance left to the wretched Male persons to prove they are real men …… but the truth is they don’t like them much either. Perhaps because the big hairy female spiders eat the exhausted males. I have encountered six of the monsters in the last two weeks, the answer is chestnuts they hate them.
Isn’t it strange how the Tory Party are so chauvinist, yes they are? I was once left alone by some of them on a darkening ski run with my fifteen year old daughter as they all skied down with the guide. None of them noticed when we eventually got back completely traumatised. Now had we been men they would not have done that you see. I am quite sorry for Mrs May , the knives were out at the beginning. The really ruthless ones encouraged her into that election, her natural female intuition was bullied into submission, it is easily done, I know this. I think she is getting the hang of what brutes they all are, well done her, none of them have great legs, just keep telling the truth Mrs May it is the best weapon you have in the “post truth era”.