The year 2040 - outside a flat-roofed pub a now dishevelled Giles Coren struggles to regain consciousness. He travels the land, baiting regulars to fight him for clicks so long as he can write something sneering about them once he regains consciousness. He still has a column in the Times - it’s still shite.
The year 2040 - outside a flat-roofed pub a now dishevelled Giles Coren struggles to regain consciousness. He travels the land, baiting regulars to fight him for clicks so long as he can write something sneering about them once he regains consciousness. He still has a column in the Times - it’s still shite.