Weasel II

More spleen please Vicar!
Well this is supposed to be a form of catharsis so that I don't go and act out my more violent fantasies - in this case more's the pity.
So what can I say further about a character who has no redeeming features whatsoever. The man's one sick lil' puppy. He poses as a gourmet who likes the finer things in life which is somewhat hard to believe when you see a short round object surrounded by the miasma of unwashed feet and armpits, wearing a suit that went out of fashion in the late sixties (and probably only ever fitted him then)with baby vomit on one shoulder, with a haircut that was only in fashion during the time of Henry Tudor and wearing shoes with partially detatched soles so that he looks like Bobo the Totally Fucking Insane Clown from the Really Scary Circus when he lopes around. He claims to like eating prawns in champagne from his lover's body and other even more bizarre sexual practices (I suspect that's missionary with the lights out under the sheets then)- but it's really hard to image anything less loveable.
Enough for today I feel better already.