Mibees Naw*

Resorting to ransom tactics now to try and 'encourage' young Master Smith to help out with the household chores.

This was after he'd hidden under the dining table, then lay prostrate on the stairs refusing to move, all followed by a half-hearted threat to pack his bags and move out. He forgets that it's coming up to that time of year again when little boys should be on their best behaviour and, even if he doesn't believe in Santa (or even less in the statement I made about Santa being one of my subscribers and when the Big Man sees this he'll be added to his naughty Excel spreadsheet list), he best believe those other threats will be carried out. That's my Call of Duty after all.

Apologies to the Mrs. on this; there may be a few pages missing in your Radio Times magazine this week. Sorry 'bout that.

*For those of a less Scottish disposition: Maybe Yes, Maybe No.