OK. Enough snack of the day. C’est le weekend, il faut get en trouble.

Kinder Bueno. Lick my ripples indeed. Nasty, nasty, nasty. Don’t do it kids, drink petrol rather than eat one of these over-priced, individually wrapped fingers of wishy washy sugar. Think of the money they spent advertising and there are only two choices: get a job in advertising, or buy a Star Bar instead. They never

“Kick me,” he said, not moving, and purposely left his ribs exposed, below the large red gloves on his motionless fists. I aimed a slow kick at the target, stopping just short of his abdomen. “No, kick me!” I had another go, and again he remained stock still. I landed the side of my feet