Love it or hate it?
What with the mail these days, I wouldn’t trust it to end up in the right place!
Always a good laugh when you’re stood at a pub urinal and are reminded that you had asparagus in your lunch or something.
As mentioned many times before some of my German family are/were asparagus farmers (white asparagus of course) and so there was always shit loads of the stuff knocking about and everyone’s bogs stunk of it. It is the smell of pure nostalgia and I will lower my face to the bowl and inhale deeply.