Why is it that as soon as the sun peeps out, fucking idiot men revert back thousands of years to cave men, trying to cook lidl sausages on flames, their flabby bare bellies dripping sweat on the meat, can of fester's lager in one hand and tongs in the other with the really cuntish ones wearing a fucking chefs hat. Yet ask these lumps to cook dinner in the kitchen and you get "fuck off that's what you tarts are for".