Yeah well, it’s so easy to sit there in your little cluster, and gang up on me sitting up here all on my lonesome with only a packet of carrots and a left-handed chequebook for comfort.
Ðämñ you little pixies. Ðämñ you all, with your pointy noses and effeminate hairdos. May you be struck down by a teabag and fed to the concrete bollards.
Long live the fridge!
I have no idea where it came from.