Seventeen minutes until I'm on holiday.

Back of the net!

only 13 now

ul get it docked from ur pay

Everyone is turning into Barton Baird.

There's a wood louse in my hall, apparently they're like shrimps, I'll boil it, eat it and let you know.

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall made woodlouse fritters. Recipe here:

"1 egg, 1/4 cup of creamed corn, 1 cup of flour, 2 table spoons of dead woodlice. Put egg in a bowl, add corn, flour, woodlice & milk. Lightly mix. Ingredients should be moist - add more flour or milk as required to make mixture the correct consistency. Drop spoonfuls of the mixture into thin layer of hot oil in a frying pan. Turn when brown on the bottom."

Do you think he means turn when the woodlouses' bottoms turn brown? Like you say, similar to prawns. Good luck.

Fitzgibbon is a fan of Hugh, and has a smallholding to prove it. I may send this recipe to him to take back to Australia. God love him.

Thought you were jetting off? What's the wine like where you're going?

Wonder what's happened to Stan Butler on here.

I quite like chuckie pigs, not sure why. I always think they look rather lost, like they can't find their way home. Bless em.

I tried watching a bit of the Union this morning, I can't work it out. Just seems very unorganised to me, I enjoy watching most sports but I just can't get into Union, it doesn't make any sense to me whatsoever.

I was getting txts telling me to tune in to watch the Aussies get beat. It was nil-nil in the end apparently. I have imposed a world cup blackout in our house, nobody objected.

Someone tweeted when England were playing last weekend: "Warning: Do not watch this game whilst operating heavy machinery."

Is there anywhere more irritating than an airport? No. Go here, do that, stop there, show us your Iestyn. Bnd throughout this process it is necessary to hoof assorted Silver Warriors out of the way as they litter up the entire sodding place.