It will come to no surprise to anyone that neither Whinger has sired any little Whingers.
Sadly, Phil is now almost certainly barren, so the patter of tiny cloven hooves is unlikely to be heard in Kentish Town.
Andrew claims to be a godfather; not the horse’s head in the bed variety (Andrew’s much too squeamish for that – remember he’s the one who wouldn’t go and see Equus as he feared seeing imaginary horses having their imaginary eyes poked out) and he frequently makes offers which people find very easy to refuse.
So could the Whingers possibly relate to God of Carnage, a tale of parenthood?
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A West End Whinger 