Sharpe's Opinion

Saturday, 25th Jul, 2009

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I wonder when a pizza cutter was deemed a weapon of choice for the stabby (or in this case, rolly?) contingent of society.

Perhaps somebody of import was on the streets one day and misinterpreted “I’m gonna slice you up!”

 

Well, it’s possibly she was part of the infamous Derby Pizza Cutter Clan, who roam the streets after dark armed with rollers, slices of sharpened pepperoni and the occasional metal tray, searching for unfortunate souls to attack. You can always tell their victims by the distinct pattern of cheese burns across their fingers…