You don't know what I have to put up with...

Those of you lucky enough to know me away from the mad internet world of Ewarwoowar will perhaps know that a) I have a little brother, b) he is ginger and c) no matter how much love and affection I try to give him, he is a tyrant and wrecks havoc wherever he roams. Not bad for a 5 year old.

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!