1. If it weren’t for Fatboybakes (FBB), I’d probably have no stories to tell you.  But we’re all fortunate to have our muses, although I’d gladly sell mine.  This limerick is my birthday gift to FBB! There was a bakerman in Bangsar Who professed to love eggs, toast and butter But try as he might He couldn’t fight An urge to eat strangled goose liver. “Macallan’s my spirit of choice! And occasionally a double malt bliss But feed me a Tiger And you’ll definitely hear My tuneless rendition of Les Mis!” He parties all day and night Surrounded by fans aplenty But one stands out His hairy chin stout And winks to FBB, “Who’s ... read more