he actually isn’t jesting, you cost him a mouse as he threw another against a now severely damaged plasterboard wall. I wouldn’t worry though, as the sun comes out over the summer it’s only a matter of time until he realises that computers and swimming pools don’t mix and that trying to play BF214crap whilst swimming is pretty fatal. Despite this warning, he will try anyway. Not the sharpest tool in the box is old Max. He can be likened to a lion, ruthless killer, but any problem involving lateral thinking and he’s flummoxed, ever seen a lion do sudoku? ever seen Max do Sudoku? No? I prove my point.