On the third day of Christmas,
The bakery gave to us all:
A chuckle-inducing misanthrope.
Sometimes I wish there were more Chef Richards. Not the young, full of hopes and dreams Chef Richard pictured above. I’m talking about the Chef Richard whose eyes are now as blackened as his hair and soul from the years of dismay at so much of his fellow man’s cloddishness.
“But why such odd aspirations?”, you ask.
Because much like I cannot contain my giggling when I see someone gesticulating wildly as they slip and slide down to the inevitable bum-meets-ice moment, so too do I find myself in stitches at the sight of an intelligent misanthrope having to deal with a stubborn idiot!
The following link is to a collection of such moments in the form of email exchanges. I have chosen a particular exchange entitled “Simon’s pie charts”, however do please also have a read through “Missing Missy” and “Overdue Account” for a further abdominal workout!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you this Christmas’ Uncle Scrooge on funny pills: Mr David Thorne.