Today's mischief can be found in this picture below. Particularly infuriating in that I left that piece of paper, and the multi-coloured pen, for about 1 minute only, I swear. I literally only went to get a glass of water, came back, and the deed had been done. The little shit.
The eagle-eyed amongst you will notice that is the start of my notes for a Literature reading quiz, and that is the section for the Tennyson bollocks "The Lady of Shalott". Bad enough doing it at A-Level. The even more eagle-eyed amongst you will notice the colloquial language I use for notes like this. In this particular section, "Sir Lancelot pitches up" is my favourite bit, a phrase nicked from radio presenter Ian Collins.
Anyway, thought that would amuse you bastards. I'm off to cuddle my brother, before inflicting upon him a Ric Flair-esque Figure 4 Leglock. Woooooooooooooooo!