Hail morons,

I’d just like to clarify for the record that I wasn’t slithering out of doing work at my own bbq. It’s just that Tan and Edd are far too organised. For example, I wake up at 9.30 the day after, don the old rubber gloves for a spot of cleaning, get down starirs, and lo and behold, carotte has already cleaned everything up, except for the beers which I dutifully do!

Anyway, how is that I managed to slice my foot open and drip blood all the way through the house? By being lazy? I think not! Caused by running back and forth constantly from barbecue to fridge, dropping a salad bowl full of kebabs on my toe in my frenzy. In your faces fools!!!

Carotte is now hanging over my shoulder so shall be getting a swift punch in the arm!!

Until next time.