I think our Steve actually looks quite cuddly and I may have to plant a squidgy great snog on his forehead when I see him!
I think we'll surpass the magic 100 with time to spare, Dave.
Just nine sleeps to go, peeps, until the Saturday Big Bash Day.
And just a week to go for all you lucky folk who can arrive on the Thursday.
The Bash, my friend, is very nearlier, nearly, so nearly HERE!
BOING!!