This might possibly sound revolting to some, but every so often I get cravings for ready-salted Pringles with Cheese & Chive Dip. The idea being that I obviously dip the Pringles in the... er... dip, and then eat them.
If it's not that, then it will be cravings for BBQ flavour Pringles (no dip), which I also eat, otherwise what would be the point of buying them if I wasn't intending to eat them. 
Do you mean the snooker player? Or is this a different Stephen Hendry? In fact, is the name of the snooker player I'm thinking of even called Stephen Hendry? 
Are you implying that my Palace looks like a wheelie-bin? I am not denying that interior might cause people to think they had stepped into a wheelie-bin, but the exterior certainly looks nothing like a wheelie-bin... although...
I am sorry those researchers felt compelled to call the police (again), but presumably, they did not find you... Well, not unless you had poked your head out of your wheelie-bin abode and greeted them, thus alerting them to the fact that you live inside a wheelie-bin.
Are you implying that my Palace looks like a wheelie-bin? I am not denying that interior might cause people to think they had stepped into a wheelie-bin, but the exterior certainly looks nothing like a wheelie-bin... although...
I am sorry those researchers felt compelled to call the police (again), but presumably, they did not find you... Well, not unless you had poked your head out of your wheelie-bin abode and greeted them, thus alerting them to the fact that you live inside a wheelie-bin.
Do you mean the snooker player? Or is this a different Stephen Hendry? In fact, is the name of the snooker player I'm thinking of even called Stephen Hendry?
