So you want to know?
Well. Many of you were convinced that nobody could HATE vinegar. But you would be...
WRONG.
To me, vinegar is the arse sweat within the buttocks of the midget fly-monkey that resides in the hell-hole that is the mould that lives under Satan's foreskin. Sorry, but I think you get the picture.
I hate it, I really do. It tastes disgusting. How could you maim your chips with that filth?
Anyway. Moving on.
Yes, I also saw Brian Cant live when I was at primary school. Can't remember the details - he came to the West Midlands, but I saw him. Live.
So that leaves the lie.
Yep.
The only pet I had when I was growing up was a goldfish called Martina. I called her Martina because I won her at the fair the day that Martina Navratilova won Wimbledon. I don't think she lasted long enough to form any kind of bond.
So no. I never had a hamster, let alone get the chance to call it Bilbo. Which I would have done.
So there.











