Sorry I thought the £57 was the price being charged by the Barrow on Humber sandwich shop to feed every one for the weeeknd.

And as for you, you two timing key pumping pimp, you told me it was over between you and Oaklet-now you are refering to him as a sex god! So much for our "stick insect" club. Was it him you were calling out to in your sleep at Portaferry? "Ah, my little botle of virgin oil". I heard you, you didn't think I did, but I heard you mumbling into your pillow, you, you GREASE BALL.