I'm beginning to worry about Spongey. He's building up his dream of winning so high that a win at a round gets treated like Mileoak has won the series. What with Buxted being the next round, I don't know if Spongey will be able to take the crushing psychological blow of a defeat. He could become a shattered shell of a man, like Nostradamus ('the pub bore'- it's a work joke) after his first prediction turned out to be a load of tosh. Will he end up the Phantom of the Sihft, hanging around shoots stinking up the place singing Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice tunes? There's only one way to find out, tune in on the afternoon of 6th June Sihft fans. Same Sihft time, same Sihft channel.


There is a possibility that the pain killers have kicked in whilst I typed all this