I'm a chilled kind of guy.
That is, if you know me well and don't come between me and my grub or booze or F1, or war stories, or films with explosions, or monkeys, or models of Gerry Anderson spaceships, or my unique (up my road) collection of monster and superhero dollies, etc. etc.
And I'm not one for revenge.
No, I'm a sort of 'let korma wreak it's wrath' chap.
As it did after last night's dalliance in the Viceroy of India.
But from time to time it's important to get your retaliatory guns out and blast away for all its worth leaving a trail of devastation and scorched earth right up to the ears.
So in that spirit, I have been looking back through my anals and stumbled over what is probably the greatest photo ever taken of one of my many nemesisisis.
For those of a delicate constitution I suggest you scroll no further, especially if you've had lunch as it could mean fish-pie from here to the ceiling.
For the rest of you, I say sit back and prepare yourselves for the worst.
You'll never be the same again.
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