I wonder if, for 50 likes, George Spicer would post a picture of himself, fully clothed off, but covering his genitals with a Dairylea Triangle whilst riding side saddle on his Raleigh Ace down Teddington High Street?
Please don't say Spicer isn't real. I've been in the Unification Church since it's inception & last week over a nice meal of lamb cutlets, my friend Terri declared herself the Messiah. The only things I had left were Hecky & Spicer. I'm on the Thelwall Viaduct, ready to jump, clutching a picture of Mick McCarthy dressed as Christ.
I can't see that happening. Do you honestly in your wildest dreams think that a man like George Spicer would be seen in the same vicinity as a cheese as common as Dairylea? Realistically, it would need to be at the very minimum a Boursin Poivre, drenched in pine nuts and organic honey. However, I have managed to root out this picture of George and his partner from their winter fondue party a few years ago. It was quite wonderful.