Saturday, April 6, 2013

And don't you forget it

No wonder so many generations of British people have been so fucked up.


C said...

That's exactly how it is. I have a mug of Bovril for breakfast, wander down to the High Street in the snow and have a chat to the local bobby on his bike, then back home for a Bovril sandwich... Day in, day out. Ah, to be British ;-)

Brewella Deville said...

What can't Bovril do?

gmb said...

I bought some Marmite once, similar to Bovril, I believe. I made my nephew and nieces try some. Let's just say I did not buy a second jar. Salty as hell, tasted like shit. Allegedly good for you. Yeah, you're right, Dr. Monkey.