Maradona!

I've just remembered something M1 told me last time I stopped in, It was to do with fluid collecting in his ball sack and his bollocks inflating to the size of Brazilian mini footballs, you know – the ones they train with. Another reason to feel sorry for the fella. I'll give him one thing his loud mouth attitude sure brought everyone together and got them interacting. I don't even know anyone's name this time round. Oh except K – he's still here! Same bed and everything and they still can't figure out what's wrong with him. So I'm bound to here more tales of calfs being born inside out and the like. Farmers – love 'em or hate 'em. I fucking hate 'em. Except for arable farmers, they rock!