The Count Of Montetwisto writes:
“One merry summer’s day I was out walking m’ whippets, as one does, and happened across a field of golden crop. I drew a hearty toke upon my pipe and took in the halcyon vista and thought to document it for you all.”
What relevance is this, you ask? Well if we enlarge the pie, we can clearly see the face of Our Lord:
The Count continues: “All shall cower before his image, unless it’s a match day when all shall cower yet cheer – at the good bits.”
He looks like that scary baby that lives in the sun of telly tubby land.
That’s going to give me nightmares.
It’s making me hungry. Is it lunchtime yet?