HELLO HELLO!

Richard Forsyth has not really got the hand of the phone kit he has fitted to his helmet.

Yesterday Lecter purchased himself an intercom for his helmet so he could join in the chat. I mention this because he is wildly known to be as tight as a ducks arse and so this represents quite an investment. He purchased the same make as the rest of us to ensure faultless compatibility. The evening was spent with us all sat in the living rooms watching TV with our helmets on trying to get them to connect. 1 episode of live island and a film later we could all hear each other.

Of course this morning they had all stopped working again. This sent Glitter into a bit of a spiraling sulk which he profusely denied having. The best thing to do when someone is having a sulk is to just let them get on with it, so of course we take the piss to see if we can get him to cry.

Speaking of crying, last night Lecter decided to take the 'breakfast pancakes' smear them in cold butter offer them around the team NOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't want anyone to think I was bothered but it was just WRONG! WRONG I tell you. But like I say I'm not really bothered.