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Giving us the ability to disregard the notion that the subsequent consequences to The Loved One were the result of a wedding reception Beef Wellington over-rich in pâté, I am currently noting that the impact on the lower tracts of my digestive system, which did not have the experience of said meal but rather had the John Dory, is of a rather precise similarity to his, including having multiplied my usual daily "twosies" into a repetitive eightsies, and, let it suffice to say, is now rather pointedly leaving me with the sensation of having just wiped my arse with a fresh, green pine cone.
Cheers,
Marc
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