Laying claim to the round of applause Quiz on Your Face stayed a few points off the pace all night to guarantee the clap.
I've come to one of those Swiss suicide clinics and do you know what the bastards have given me for breakfast?
Bloody Cheerios!
Hilarious.
Next week we're back downstairs because if we're upstairs it makes the bar look untidy and the neighbours don't like that.
Until next week when I'm back down underground
Sir James