Hang on....

Me: Hang on, I'm a grown man.... Why do I have lego in my hotel room.

Tim: because I'm too punk to conform. I think somehow I'm the little voice in your head. I couldn't possibly have got here by any means other than you bringing me, I'm lego. I'm not part of your ongoing saga today either, there's no Stig, no Sidney and no Johnny Cash.

Me: bugger

Tim: Further more because you're on your phone there's no bold type, no links to previous 'episodez' and no italics which you imagine indicate some form of voice over. In fact all we have here is a grown man taking his toys away with him.

Me: Granted.

Tim: How was your course?

Me: yeah, triffic.....

Tim: Good. Now I suggest you wrap up this little interlude before it gets too embarrassing for you. Get some sleep then wake up tomorrow and vow to tale a photo of something training related, otherwise I'll feature again won't I?

Me: I said I wasn't bringing lego with me though.

Tim: you also said you weren't going to have a drink, so you're a liar every way up. Before you've done put me back in the pocket of your laptop bag. I'd hate to get left here and end up bring played with by someone younger than 36.

As you may have guessed, I brought on piece of lego.