He'll be about halfway across the channel, powered by gastric gases from his churning tum, and will surface from the very bowels of the earth beneath your cooking fire at the moot, demanding instant sausagey goodness before his axe frenzy wrath descends on all
Hiding in a darkened room, away from technology.
Picture this
Sausages gently sizzling in the pan, a delicious aroma wafting delicately through the house.
Gosh you are soooooo cruel! You'll be having GoatBoy conjouring up the smell and tastes in words next, speaking in tongues of the salivating aromas stirring up his taste buds, teasing the poor lad with side servings of creamy light mash with lakes of fragrant brown gravy, dripping seductively from the fork......
We don't enjoy raining on the parade, but there's the whole sitting in Tony's living room with the kids running about thing to bear in mind.
It'd be appreciated.
M