a kind of long custard-filled doughnut

… especially when it’s as comfortable as this… ‘


I suppose one shouldn’t be surprised that a man like this might sell out to the car industry (or, ‘the car the caar the caaar the caaaar industry’ as he might have said it) given that he wrote a book about the M25 and has, for many years, been an owner of two properties. Let’s not put red roses on his grave but bits of Audis that have smashed into people or walls or other cars or fields with cows and daisies. Thank God he’s moved out. I’d hate to be done for assault this summer. (Note how Petit just grunts but says nothing. Did chatty wordy Eclair persuade his friend to partake in this? One suspects so.)