Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Meet the Cookster

Our eponymous lout loving hero has hitherto been firmly concealed under a cloak of anonymity, unbroken and impenetrable. But no-one can hide forever and the first chinks in his veil of invisibility are emerging.

Maybe more recent pictures will come to light in the fullness of time - after all I thought I'd destroyed all the ones of me drinking Carling, so it can happen - but for now this exclusive will have to do.

You gotta start as you mean to go on. Lout pedigree confirmed I'd say and ain't he sweet?

4 comments:

Cooking Lager said...

Quite recent, that one matey. Love it.

RedNev said...

He's rather older than he sounds in his postings!

John Clarke said...

Yes, are you sure that's not his more mature elder brother?

Cooking Lager said...

When I grow up (season, mature, grow old, become an old man, accept decrepitude), fella's, I'll no doubt love dumpy pubs and pints of pong.

Until then, rattling the lass and necking cheap lout is what youth was created for.