Pies, Pigs and Perversion
One of the things I'll really miss about living over here is the BBC and its constant stream of (often wildly inappropriate) comedy programming. It's comforting to know that I'm not the only sick bastard out there.
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No pies, no pigs, no perversion - but a bit of drunkenness (thank you Martin), a close-up of Dave's trousers, and a few cheeky little jabs at Michael Stipe.