I was listening to The Last Word today, Maureen Holloway’s choice little island of wit and gossip in The Wasteland That Is Morning Talk Radio, when I heard about this, er, hot item.
Thank heavens I wasn’t drinking a cuppa’ joe in the car (driving is a serious occupation, IMNSHO, so I don’t often try to do other things at the same time) or I’d have had to stop to clean a gynormous spit-take off the inside of the windshield (er, make that windscreen, in honour of Mr. Ramsay’s nationality).
And here I thought only race car drivers needed Nomex(TM) underwear…
Posted by Rob 
