Just sat in my dinner ... and with clean trousers on too. Pasta stuchk to my a**e when I got up. Moral of the story - eat at the table and do not put your dinner on the settee. Got to now eat what I've scraped off my booty.

Coddy's right.
You've definitely been slurping on your lasses sherry.

No - just put my plate down, finished a 'phone call, plugged the laptop lead in and moved backwards to the settee whilst watching the telly. Multi-tasking ain't for men!

It's Thor punishing him. He hates bigoted wankers, so he makes them sit in their dinner.

How's the bleeding?

That's enough of that, thank you.