Let me know what it's like. I drive past it regularly when working and imagine it's a bit like Willy Wonka's factory but with (slightly) more liver failure and (slightly) fewer dwarves.
Throbber just confessed to me by private message that he's a single, friendless, loner who, at the age of 32 has yet to experience the caress of a woman, other than his gran. I feel sorry for the wee soul.
I've had the cold three weeks and I'm sick of feeling crap. Just bought a bottle of special medicine from the shop that's been made by a man named Arthur Bell.