Are you besmirching my honour. I have a certificate from Her Majesty which says I am an officer and a gentleman (no, hang on , it doesn't mention gentleman ..whatevah)
I shall write to my MP, care of Wormwood Scrubs, about the sale of goods here. Handles are for handling, not for falling off.
The connection between the clay of the handle and the clay of the mug is no longer a connection. It was only the glaze that held it together. TWO mugs, I say again TWO B****y mugs of coffee is all this yellow imitation of a mug has had to cope with. Then it just had a look at some lukewarm water inside (and not on the handle) and it starts to complain of a splitting headache. What's a handle for if not for holding. It's not as if I tried to climb the Eiger whilst dangling the cup from my belt.. Now then, I would accept any excuses for the handle not being up to it. But, oh no, it has to be in a warm room, lovingly protected from the world and all its troubles, and then has the affrontery to complain.
Well, I've had enough. I'm taking it home right now and giving it a right good thrashing. That will fix it. Then I shall go and stick my fingers together whilst attempting to inject some superglue into the split.
