Yes, I know the muffin man
The muffin man, is quite the fan
Of musical theatre which is pretty convenient for him and a big part of the reason he's been living in the Theatre Royal for the last 3 centuries. Truth be told he's the main reason we don't go there anymore because he can talk the legs off a wooden horse, if you know what I mean. Always banging on about muffins, pushing his muffins, muffin this, muffin that. Give it a rest! Not even the good kind either, not like a triple choc muffin with goo in the middle that you have to turn upside down in the wrapper and eat it from the bottom so it doesn't break up and drop crumbs everywhere, but an old fashioned bread roll. Stale, dry as anything and granary bread too, no butter or nothing. Apparently in his day an onion was a snack and you were lucky to get cheese or and vinegar for pickling? No chance. Gentrification apparently. They are cheap though, hapney each had to get two because nobody's seen one of them for almost 40 years. No wonder he's skint and always moaning, costs 8 quid for a pint round Covent Garden and it's not even decent beer. And don't get me started on the price of peanuts, £2 for a packet. What if the show is crap? Wouldn't last ten minutes that. Can't believe they kicked me out to be honest...
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