I HATE the Michelin Man!
He’s called Bibendum, and is made of tyres. I used to have nightmares about him when I was a kid, looming in front of me then receding into the distance.
Is it just me?
Hmm, probably.
I HATE the Michelin Man!
He’s called Bibendum, and is made of tyres. I used to have nightmares about him when I was a kid, looming in front of me then receding into the distance.
Is it just me?
Hmm, probably.