If one asks James how many pounds his snakes are, he'd answer: "I could never sell one of my snakes!" Obviously, don't ever try to talk about weight with an Englishman! Now, as for his taste in women, I'm pretty sure if it looks female and has a heartbeat, James will flirt with it. I'd be entirely off base if I didn't mention his absolutely wonderful people skills: He's quite the cunning linguist! He and I had a lovely conversation the other day about how there are only 8 species of reptiles in Britain: Knowing James, he'll probably have the UN knocking on his door asking for him to let the 10,000,000 or so of the little guys go.
And there you have it! The first roast, *most likely of many,* of James!
