Well the state that Manitas came home in, last week, they're a very BAD idea.....

I found him on the sofa at 2.30am, all the lights on, legs and arms akimbo, holding on to a plate that had once contained chicken pieces. Said pieces were now scattered to the four winds where he'd fallen asleep in mid bite, and the cats had decided he'd finished. He was still too drunk to drive the next morning.

And he left the fridge open.....

AGAIN!

LTS