Whoever the smartass was who slipped this recipe for "the perfect man" into my Edmonds book, you'll be pleased to know it got all the way to Canada before I found it.
I have some very strong suspicions as to who this was - the big hint being that it's someone who
a) can't spell 'humour' or 'too'
b) believes muscles are more important than brains
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