My older brother began to notice people looking at him in the street.
It started to get on his nerves so one day he snapped and asked this bloke if he had a problem.
He does bear more than a passing resemblance to this geezer.
Turns out he is destined to spend the rest of his days being eyed up by people trying to work out if he is the bloke off of masterchef.
A couple of weeks ago David Milliband approached him with a big smile and was just about to introduce himself as a fellow Celeb but realised his mistake and turned away at the last minute.
Funny as f*ck.
Tsk. Neither are worthy if skinning yer knuckles, however, may I suggest number one beady tw@t gets a butt stroke and number two gets the pointy end of the stabby thing through the adams's apple from THAT rifle. What a pair of cnuts.
Mother of one of my young students. Charming, polite and irritating as fuck.
Her first attempt at "helping" consisted of putting stickers on the new piano keys to assist her daughter. She started by sticking "Middle C" on F and went on from there.
She's full of useful advice too, such as when I was stuck in a gridlock in thick snow last year, and had to abort any attempt to get to her, she politely suggested that I "leave a bit earlier next time".
Apart from twisting my arm into writing out simple versions of well known songs for piano, and then losing them, she finally committed that cardinal sin today.
"S**** wants to get the new grade 1 songbook"
Eh? Songbook? Oh you mean the piano exam pieces.
Nothing grips my shit more than when people say "oh I loooove that song", whether it's Beethoven's 5th or a drum solo by Cozy Fucking Powell.