Today I got an email from an S. Duck.
"Can you run my blog for me over the weekend, whilst Sky.com bugger up my broadband goodun proper."
"At last. Of course!" I cry, rubbing my hands together with glee. The little devil's appeared over my shoulder, and all sorts of bad things were being dreamt up.
So I log in already to make the world's worst template (yellow on green) with loads of animated gifs and badly written javascript.
I then realised that he's not left me access to his template. In the words of the great James May, "cock."
oh well.
