My thought is that you report him to the Dept. of Health. Anonymously, of course.

Well, yes. It's all about Ewan. It's always been all about Ewan.

Is that Tipper with him?

Ding dong!

Twitter has a mute function now. That seems like a good compromise. And those you mute don't know you've done it.

Don't care. I will always love her.

God, she is so DAMN COOL.

I have more experience with the louche dissolute reprobate. It's all fun and games until he hits on your best friend. And mom. At your birthday party.

I was wondering that too!

The bacteria are on the inside. Washing will do nothing. Don't know about cooking.

I applaud you. One of my favorite things about my husband is that he's an amazing writer.

Same here. If you're going to creep, spell things correctly. Especially if the creepee is a professional editor. Sheesh.

Meh. If he's anything like my asshole older brother, he deserves way worse.

Agreed! I lived it, never want to relive it.

Thanks for saying what I was thinking.

This is not surprising. The few gigs I've taken over the years to do what are essentially ads (never used my byline, not going there) paid way better than actual journalism work. It's a sad thing, but we make our choices.

Love this. And miss Findus here in the U.S. I remember loving their calzones as a kid.

I know! So pointy! But he seems like such a genuinely nice person, so on him, it's adorable.

Going commando after 3 p.m. is really the only way.

You gotta do what you gotta do... Godspeed.