Yes, yes, yes, alright. I realise half of you won't know what the heck Takeshi's Castle is. Fewer still will know who Mark Lamarr is, or why I associate him with the torture and death of lightweight popstars. And yes, I know it's rather obviously scrawled on the back of an envelope (which contained yet another uniquely tailored loan offer) using the first five pens that came to hand. No, I couldn't be arsed to clean up the artwork. Felt tips, you know. It just takes too long. Look, it's got an insensitive crow in a trenchcoat, what more do you want?