Oh, THAT Joshie. He and Ben are out in the barn with Deeyyyyvid, up to their vulnerable little elbows in the engine of the Massey. It's father-son bonding.

Deeeyyyyvid hasn't seen the potiate yet (you should hear how "potiate" sounds in my accent - it's hilarious). Actually, I'm getting a bit fed up of being constantly raked over the coals for not getting shagged in an Oxford Travelodge. I might just see if the potiate fancies a go at Deeeyyyyvid's Hassett Hills free range chipolata...