Hector McFarlane

McFarlane's wife's steamy romp with missing builder. I mean, look, there's a thought bubble above my wife's head saying, knob the builder, can he fix it? Hector, the speech bubble, whatever as well. Here's your extension, love. I mean, this is just... The son. Cannibal Hector. Macfarlane confesses to eating Norwood tradesmen. You confessed to what? Sorry. I didn't confess to a damn thing.

I said I was hungry for justice. That's all. It is slander. It's disgraceful. It's bloody humiliating.

I said I was hungry for justice. That's all. It is slander. It's disgraceful. It's bloody humiliating.

I said I was hungry for justice. That's all. It is slander. It's disgraceful. It's bloody humiliating.

Yeah, but... Now, listen. You said you would hear me out, didn't you? Do you want to just dial it down a bit, Hector? Would you? Would you dial it down when you're smeared over every paper? Look at this. Look at this. In the Times here, look. Solicitor suspected for contractor disappearance. A telegraph. Solicitor faces long arm of law. The Daily Mail. Bully of Blackheath.

Yeah, but... Now, listen. You said you would hear me out, didn't you? Do you want to just dial it down a bit, Hector? Would you? Would you dial it down when you're smeared over every paper? Look at this. Look at this. In the Times here, look. Solicitor suspected for contractor disappearance. A telegraph. Solicitor faces long arm of law. The Daily Mail. Bully of Blackheath.

Yeah, but... Now, listen. You said you would hear me out, didn't you? Do you want to just dial it down a bit, Hector? Would you? Would you dial it down when you're smeared over every paper? Look at this. Look at this. In the Times here, look. Solicitor suspected for contractor disappearance. A telegraph. Solicitor faces long arm of law. The Daily Mail. Bully of Blackheath.

Elite London lawyer facing murder charge. I mean, this is just... This is... This is... The Guardian. Here, look at this. Old Acre Murder. How neoliberal materialism and Kirsty Allsop home renovations are the real killers of the working... Oh, well, that one goes on a bit. Yeah, we get the point. Do you? Do you? I'm not sure you do. The Daily Sport. The Daily Sport. Big job love.

Elite London lawyer facing murder charge. I mean, this is just... This is... This is... The Guardian. Here, look at this. Old Acre Murder. How neoliberal materialism and Kirsty Allsop home renovations are the real killers of the working... Oh, well, that one goes on a bit. Yeah, we get the point. Do you? Do you? I'm not sure you do. The Daily Sport. The Daily Sport. Big job love.

Elite London lawyer facing murder charge. I mean, this is just... This is... This is... The Guardian. Here, look at this. Old Acre Murder. How neoliberal materialism and Kirsty Allsop home renovations are the real killers of the working... Oh, well, that one goes on a bit. Yeah, we get the point. Do you? Do you? I'm not sure you do. The Daily Sport. The Daily Sport. Big job love.

McFarlane's wife's steamy romp with missing builder. I mean, look, there's a thought bubble above my wife's head saying, knob the builder, can he fix it? Hicked it. The speech bubble as well. Here's your extension, love. I mean, this is just... The son. Cannibal Hector. Macfarlane confesses to eating Norwood tradesmen. You confessed to what? Sorry. I didn't confess to a damn thing.

McFarlane's wife's steamy romp with missing builder. I mean, look, there's a thought bubble above my wife's head saying, knob the builder, can he fix it? Hicked it. The speech bubble as well. Here's your extension, love. I mean, this is just... The son. Cannibal Hector. Macfarlane confesses to eating Norwood tradesmen. You confessed to what? Sorry. I didn't confess to a damn thing.

McFarlane's wife's steamy romp with missing builder. I mean, look, there's a thought bubble above my wife's head saying, knob the builder, can he fix it? Hicked it. The speech bubble as well. Here's your extension, love. I mean, this is just... The son. Cannibal Hector. Macfarlane confesses to eating Norwood tradesmen. You confessed to what? Sorry. I didn't confess to a damn thing.

I said I was hungry for justice. That's all. It is slander. It's disgraceful. It's bloody humiliating.

I said I was hungry for justice. That's all. It is slander. It's disgraceful. It's bloody humiliating.

I said I was hungry for justice. That's all. It is slander. It's disgraceful. It's bloody humiliating.