Chirac he really gets on my goat

Mmmm, £30 a pop

Literally! :lol

Anyone remember the 70s porno spoof Viz strip about a family man who had difficulty forgetting he was no longer a porn star, amusingly called "Pop Shot",

£30 for a quick bit of hand relief in a public convenience is, I suspect, the best most of us could achieve.

Mmmm, £30 a pop. With the amount of practice I've had over the years, I reckon I could service ten clients per hour. Hey, that's a <toot> <toot> gravy train.

Gravy train :x

Slave, unless you look like this, keep the day job.



£30 for a quick bit of hand relief in a public convenience is, I suspect, the best most of us could achieve.

Collette from Finland is currently based in SW7 and charges £1200 for an overnighter

I'm obviously in the wrong line of business

Ironically, if I changed my profession to something more profitable, my expression would also be

Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer :rolleyes Find yourself a lovely lady from an escort agency; my treat.

Most generous, Slave. A quick web search reveals that Collette from Finland is currently based in SW7 and charges £1200 for an overnighter. All I have to do now is hope that Mrs Lucifer will buy it that I just popped out for a paper.

www.finedate.co.uk/collette-finland-escort-london.asp
(probably not work friendly, but all very tasteful)

Chirac he really gets on my goat

Goat? To eat, or what?

food

Hasn't he ever heard of black pudding, and pork pies, and tripe, and spam?

Boudin noir, farce de porc en croute, tripes, terrine de porc.....

One old man goes on and on (Flanders and Swann).

The minced meat burger in a bread roll with salad and pickles type thing was invented by the Romans, so there's an "interesting" factoid to poke at anyone who says, "what did the Romans ever do for us?".

Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer :rolleyes Find yourself a lovely lady from an escort agency; my treat

They need to get him on the express to Birmingham for lunch: a pint of mild and a bag of pork scratchings to start off with, followed by faggots 'n' peas. He'd soon change his tune.

If you were working in the kitchens at the Gleneagles hotel, wouldn’t you be ever so tempted to gob in Chirac’s meal? He’s going to hate it whatever you serve him.