When the Panny D has fucked off, OLB and me will be going to his favourite crap Chinese ‘North China’, where we will get the beers in and I will stun them out with some perfectly-delivered off-menu ordering in perfect Mandarin delivered in a crisp, rhotic Beijing accent.
Then it will be lacing up the boss trabs and heading down to a club of OLB’s choosing where bants will be ledged, treacles suaved and kitchen sinks lobbed.
Crazy times ahead, hold tight for feedback.
