Monument, Inkspot, to verbal diarrhoea.

Oh, for crying out loud. I decided to leave it nice and late to join this game, so that I could take advantage of the pig's ear you lot have inevitably made of it, but really! Arsing around on the DLR like that isn't so much a pig's ear as a giant ear grown on a luminous lab rat's back. The only answer is Alperton, and what sort of opening move is that?

It would seem that Dazed has vitriolled himself to a standstill, probably wet himself with all the excitement and gone off to change his nappy. [Darren] Are you helping him ? Meanwhile Inkspot has taken incoherency to new levels. To be expected really. So, without further ado City Road putting Darren in strick and deflating inkspot to a mean smudgy stain. Harsh but fair I think.

[Blob] Oh, don't worry, I'm not helping him. None of you need any help to piss yourselves. West Brompton.