That's quite bohemian and sophisticated - for you, Walsworth - though a Paratha stuffed with what (jellied eels, Mr Socialist yet "Cor, Blimey!" Little Englander, perhaps?) one shudders to think!
In the wake of An Capall's game-changing post, I shall no longer be referring to you as "Walsey" - all lazy, cliquey, faux cognoscenti, nicknames, "My Little Pony"-esque pet names and acronyms are OUT and typing the actual name in full is IN.
So I'm not even responding to that FIAT nonsense - you can't possibly be referring to Your Favourite Uncle Smart Arse (no more YFUSA either) and a glance in the nearest mirror may provide your answer, sir!