The wife's away for the next two days. I have cold, rare roast beef in the fridge,

[Sir C]

The new one is total ****, so I'm assuming Charlie whiled away his afternoon up to his tits in wonderful gloop at the fabulous original.

Proof, also, that two Wongs don't make a Wight.

Is it? Is it really? How disappointing. I thought Andrew could do no wong.