How many balls is he cracking?

Depends on his mood?

As long as this accursed albatross of a thread remains, it taunts me about that bloody break. When I look at that carving now, all I can see is the crack. For the love of god, let it die.

OK

Ooops

Maybe

I like it.

Hear that? That's the grinding of my teeth, that is.

Better than the sound of a ball cracking I suppose.

harsh

But true.

Vicious bastard.

It's a crappy Monday - I'm allowed to be.

Oh FFS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's John's entire monthly allowance you've used there in one post.

cup of tea?

I've just made one thank you. A sandwich or some sort or perhaps a pie wouldn't go amiss though.

I could probably nip out and get you a scotch pie at lunchtime.