FOOD, bring me MORE FOOD....always think of the gluttonous restaraunt patron from the 'Meaning of Life' whenever anyone mentions Monty Python.
Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.
That happened to an uncle of mine...his doc put him on some heavy duty medication for it, the side effect of which is Jack Douglas syndrome....now he wastes more of his pint than he drinks.