-
Hovis’ Paris diary: ‘My little hairless Olympic chicklets were incredible’ -
Hovis’ Paris diary: ‘Guys, this is not the time for ad-libbing or any artistic interpretation’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Suck your tums in, stick your airbags out – un, duex, trois, Go TEAM!’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘None of you saw that coming, did you?!’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Drum roll please – here’s my big, BIG news’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I have news… awesomely exciting news’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I am just too intimidating’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘She lets me down like a small prick in a balloon factory’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I have given up trying to figure the illogical workings of the female brain’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Winter has stayed longer than an unwanted smell in a public toilet’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Is it too much to ask?’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: sun on my back, mud in my mane, filth in my feathers…
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I can reverse with more skill than most politicians’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Unfairness levels? Off the chart…’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I love my country, but I’m going to have to leave’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘We need to buy even bigger balls’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Enough is enough’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Help! I’m on starvation rations and categorically NOT allowed to eat the small ginger one’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I could put you on the moon without the aid of a space craft’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘It’s day 237,549 of winter…’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘you know what they say about boys with big feet – expensive hand-made shoes…’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I’m not angry, I’m just very disappointed’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Go forth and capture’
-
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘This, my friends, is revenge time’
