Tim Westwood, oh dear.
Imagine a sunday lunch at his parents house.

"Tim, pass the gravy please."
"Yo bitch here it at"
"That's no way to speak to your mother Timothy, go to your room."
"What I do god man? Is dis da Babylon?"
"Tim, you're fucking 52, why don't you act your fucking age?"
"Sorry father. If I go to my room, can we have trifle later?"
"Yes Tim, there's a good boy."

Apologies for lack of authentic Westspeak.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 11:08, Reply)