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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘It’s the arrival of the spooktacular season – and I don’t mean Halloween’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Listen up guys – I haz bigger news than Oasis reuniting’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Life is completely unfair’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: Surely my talents will still be appreciated by someone?
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The world is my lobster’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The most amazing week of my entire life’
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Hovis’ Paris diary: ‘Guys, we need legs like riverdance and faster switchback turns than a politician on the radio’ -
Hovis’ Paris diary: ‘My little hairless Olympic chicklets were incredible’
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Hovis’ Paris diary: ‘Guys, this is not the time for ad-libbing or any artistic interpretation’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Suck your tums in, stick your airbags out – un, duex, trois, Go TEAM!’
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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’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I am just too intimidating’
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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’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Is it too much to ask?’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: sun on my back, mud in my mane, filth in my feathers…
