Paul Henry and his associate holding up the line at Starbucks Browns Bay today. In the end me and the missus just pushed in front of him and ordered anyway. Twit on TV, Twit in real life.
i have no time for that waste of space.
+1. One of the last things my Grandad ever said to me was labelling him "Mr Rabbit" (Paul Westerburg song, in case you don't know) becuase of the way he laughs. Hands up, knobby look off-screen and the most smug look on his face. c**t.