Guy Fieddy (if it is spelled any other way, it is unforgivable making people pronounce it as such).
When I can’t sleep I find his ‘Diners, Drive-ins and Dives’ is on incessantly when most mere mortals are asleep and therefore safe from his tour of bacon grease, beef fat and lard.
I have no problem with the show. I love all three of the above (particularly the bacon grease). I simply stand in awe of that man’s constitution.
But mostly I notice he is always attended by a bottle of Pelegrino (the Italian water “mit gas”). I’m beginning to wonder if there are some secretive healing properties to this water that I was hitherto unaware.
Does Pelegrino negate the constriction of blood vesels and thin the layer of fat that would otherwise build up after consuming three meals a day of deep-fried sausage-filled taquito bombs with chees sauce (wrapped in bacon optional)?
I may need the healing powers soon.