Halfwit and Marcus have been having a good old natter about everyone’s game plans today over a soothing bout of washing up.

“I had a good sense that Angel would be up; I didn’t have a good sense that I would be up” mused Halfwit to which Marcus replied, “No, I was totally shocked when they said your name.”

“I thought before that people hadn’t got to know you, but you changed lots of people’s opinion of you this week. Working hard on your birthday and in the dancing task, I thought out of everyone you most deserved to stay…

“But I think there’s a lot of tactical voting and that’s what’s got you” That dang tactical voting. It’s just a death trap waiting for innocent Tories to fall head long into. But, not to worry because Halfwit assured Marcus that he knew exactly what was afoot.

“I have seen through other people’s game plans. Just let them be. Let them do their game plan. It’s going to fail eventually.”

I don’t know I’d be so sure about that Halfwit… you fail to plan you plan to fail, so their planning must mean they won’t fail.

“I think you’ll be alright again this week” Marcus reassured him, but it seems his confidence is seconded by the man himself.

“Yeah, I think so too” said Halfwit.

But the boys’ soapy musings were about to come to an abrupt end when Marcus announced, “I’ve got to go for a ****. See you in a bit.”

He’s a poet and he probably does know it.