It must be the Haitiian thing, doubtless down to the filthy French. The island boys wouldn’t do it they said, even the ones from St. Clitts (lol.) I’ll happily much away for half an hour or so, but I’ll tell you summat for nowt…I’d rather nibble on Gypps than that foul, Welsh, ginger growler on Roops. That would see you with permanent halitosis I reckon. The old dear has been on the blower, apparently that derelict @Roadkill has been sniffing around her bungalow again, begging her to take him back. Fancy going up and leathering the brown-ale swigging Coalyokel cunt?