Oh pileajunk yielded 8oz wet. Enough for a taster.
Itisher has got a couple of wood butchers boxing in the meters and hanging a door (it's oak, I can hardly lift the cunting thing!)
We sort of know the son, he's a personal trainer and body builder which has no bearing on why itisher hired them, I'm sure. Turns out the father of the duo is ex filth (yeah, I know, they're never ex!) So, to disguise the stink of the loft, I've sat here in front of them all morning, chuffing away on the sub like the catapillar from Alice in wonder land.