As if that weren't enough, it's a fair bet that he has a hygiene certificate.
This post has reminded one of my correspondents of the song all the kids sung at school a quarter of a century ago. To the tune of She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain:
Would you like a pasty supper, Bobby Sands?
Would you like a pasty supper, Bobby Sands? ...
This was at a mixed school, in case you're hypersensitively wondering that's mixed as in religion, not sex.
And now, please, let's talk about something else.