Easy, so that they'd have a team to support in Euro 2016! Woof. Well, me Mum and Dad went away again this weekend. Leaving me and Tommy Knocker in Stalag 45 for another 3-day stretch. You can't get a minutes bastard peace in that place. If they aren't taking you for a walk, they are putting you in the day run - or the gay run as I call it as there's always an Alsation or something in there that want's to hump you. It's like being in fucking Shawshank that place. It's almost a relief to get back to my "cell" with Knocker. At least he seems to have got the message that I'm no Graham Norton. Talking of whom I see that he's said he'll open his back door to let a few refugees in no problem. Give him his due, Sir Bob Geldof has said that he'll happily take a few families in as well, although with his parenting track record I'm not so sure I'd want to go there.