I was listening to Just a Minute on Radio 4 on my way to Waitrose in the Volvo at the weekend and Slater came on the radio, which probably isn't even a euphamism. I think it was Pam Ayres interviewing him about Christmas food. He was talking about the aromas of Christmas being orange peel and nutmeg, and what he really meant was the smell of shit and poppers. He's a sick, twisted miscreant and he must be stopped.
From a sliding glass door, through white curtains fluttering in the breeze, comes Bruno, Guetta's elegant manservant. The two exchange a few words in French, and Bruno re-emerges a few minutes later with salads.