Would be better if she poured herself one while Bojo blabered onwards to nothing...
As soon as Bojo finished she raised her glass with an accusing pinky pointing at Mr Fake Bad Hair:
"THAT'S SHIITE, YOU'RE SHIITE" she blared like a well ventilated highlander, took a sip "And he'res why, ya crock of lies.."
Followed by a well formulated venting that would have brought a tear to the eye of a war hardened Billy Connolly.
"...aye to that, and to sum it up FARK OFF ya lying piece of SHIITE." She would conclude, gently waving the now empty glass of single malt.
(, Thu 14 Nov 2019, 8:16, Reply)