I hate the mere thought of him so much that I even refuse to click on the online links that lead to proof of exactly how twatty he is. The mere fact that I've posted on this thread means I have to take a shower now, to cleanse myself from the cheez-whiz residue that clings to everything related to him. And I'm using the word "him" EXTREMELY loosely. Like barely even attached loosely. Like I'm not even sure there are genitals. I'm thinking he looks like a Ken doll down there - smooth and plastic. Oh, ye gods. I'll have to take three showers in a row now.
... followed by yet another anecdote about his sensitive crimes in a punt with a chap called Norman, who had red hair and a book of poetry stained with the butter drips from crumpets.