"Waaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaah!" Bawled the poor little Tyke, as he sat on the wall, blubbing and sticking his bottom lip out , arms folded and a Sherbert Dip strewn all over the floor in front of him, Jamie Oliver was most distressed.
"Ah! What's wrong little fella?" I say patting the sulky ars*d little Cherub on his head.
"That nasty man won't let me try his food in the DELI COUNTER!" Waaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Alright, alright let me talk to him for you." States I, and I goes over to the Deli Worker and get his side of the story. Apparently this Jamie Oliver is something of a pest. His overtly bubbly, Mockney personality has caused some considerable distress for the Deli Workers, hyper active, gushing about fresh Vegetables and going "Pukka" and "Lavverly" has finally taken it's toll. My sympathy for the Workers now concrete in empathy for their plight, I went to Jamie Oliver and remonstrated to him that he should tone down his behavior and apologise to the poor workers.
Well. he huffed and puffed, strained, blew a raspberry and did a number 2 in his pants! He then went "Ner ner ner ner ner!" Pulled a face and shot off on his Scooter!
Gah! These kids today!
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