Pretty good. We had flu ridden Mr Gaunt, Monsieur Le Poolier, some tosser from America who had no idea what we were on about, a Yakker, no further identity given and about six others. It bundled along quite nicely.
The commentary on Poolsword was execrable. Evidently someone soiling his feet in lower league football, which appeared to be a task much below him. Robbie Elliott did his best but had the e-mail have been working, I'd have been mailing 'smack the patronising shiit, Robbie,' every six minutes.
