That Brand/Ross thing.

OK, so Brand has fallen on his sword before he was pushed. Good. Can't abide the twat, never could. I won't miss him, might even celebrate his downfall a bit. Hah!

But Woss? I think I see a suitable punishment. I see a horse and cart, a pillory on the back, a televised drag through London, a loudhailer and a requirement to repeatedly shout "round the rugged rocks the rugged rascals ran". That should do it.

Oh, the Hobbit informs me that over in Scouseland, tonight is called "Mischief Night". The night before Halloween. Presumably that' when the little Shellsuitwearers have official sanction to nick your hubcaps rather than just doing it anyway. Down in Suffolk, from where I hail we too have a name for it.

We call it "Actober thu' thoitieth"

Yarr.