I do one thing very well and therefore assume all of my opinions are impeccable, no matter the subject.
Ian Whitney
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He was a nightmare for the staff obviously. But for 10 minutes a week I enjoyed our profanity laden chats over a Magnum.
My next 'what a fucken cunt' will be in your honour, J.
Ian Whitney
"weirdly accented weirdly named sexually inadequate moon Trillionaire becomes threat to the UK" is a Bond movie premise where eventually he gets pushed into a tank full of horny sea leopards, but MI6 doesn't have the juice for that these days
As Australia's leading expert on Magritte*, obviously my heart is full of joy about this.
