6 pnints of Doom Bar and a packet of dry roasted nuts.

[Sir C]

Good lord! You went to a public house full of old man farts and drank the dishwater beer you disdain so much?

Did they accidentally drill into your frontal lobes?

It was rather nice, actually. Now I feel quite dreadfully sleepy, though.

[Burney]

It was rather nice, actually. Now I feel quite dreadfully sleepy, though.

I fear you've not lined your stomach sufficiently. One pack of nuts won't do the job.

As Falstaff put it: "O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!"

[Sir C]

I fear you've not lined your stomach sufficiently. One pack of nuts won't do the job.

As Falstaff put it: "O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!"

I'm going to make fried chicken. With the boiling oil and that.

[Burney]

I'm going to make fried chicken. With the boiling oil and that.

Is that entirely wise given that you're clearly awash with ale? Could you not simply UberEats some KFC?

[Sir C]

Is that entirely wise given that you're clearly awash with ale? Could you not simply UberEats some KFC?

The glw is returning after 48 hours away with work. Am I to greet her with some take-away shít? No, I shall be up to the elbows in nuclear grease, preparing proper, home-cooked junk food.

[Burney]

The glw is returning after 48 hours away with work. Am I to greet her with some take-away shít? No, I shall be up to the elbows in nuclear grease, preparing proper, home-cooked junk food.

Well you've already decided to greet her pìssed and with ale breath, so I don't see that KFC can make things much worse.

Also, she'd probably rather not come home to a husband who looks like he got trapped in a burning Hurricane.