I admit it. I'm an addict. I thoroughly enjoy this annual spectacle. I see it as a modern version of the ancient roman games. I have no compunction in hurling vitriol at these media whores who sign up each year for the fight to the death. Or bitch to the death as it is this year. Send in the lions I say.
The early runaway winner this year seems to be Pete. Despite his Tourettes he talks more sense than the rest put together. And despite his chosen arena, he seems like a very likeable bloke.
Pete is himself a cartoonist. So by way of support I want to post this.
C'mon, wee man!!
