I just walked past the TV and got directly caught up in a Mike Mason "love cuddle" uke:
No amount of therapy will help me recover.
He's selling the JPD now. It's so different to just a year ago and the utter tripe he used to come out with, do you remember the TV commercials? Debenhams?
But even by his often moronic standards he just came out with a belter. The stink is called Moondust and he said:-
"The name instantly conjures up all kinds of images like what does the moon smell like? Well, nothing! you'll never smell it, you can't smell what the moon smells like, of course you can't, the law of physics won't allow it but come away from the facts of moon and move into the mystical association of what the moon is"
I'll tell you what it smells of Mason, BS!
What a tit