It’s been a fairly epic competition this year, what with the whole showerhobo thing and people winning but hiding (Nobody seen Maggie yet? No?), but I can draw things to their messy solution with this piece that landed at poor Mr. Scob’s front door just now:

And that’s the last of the competition, with a shock reappearance by none other than Gnome Ray Mears himself. Whod’ve thunk it?

Next week: I wouldn’t expect to see very much of me here this week, I’m helping to arrange the stag do for one of my friends on Saturday and I’m expecting at least minor fleshwounds / tequila. (to me these are the same thing)

Edit: I first revealed the sordid truth about Ray Mears in this post from back in the day.