No... it's all okay now. Ben just didn't delete the messages once he gave his Sir Lord Ben his phone back.
All a hilarious misunderstanding. And now I'm down a bottle of Glenmorangie. Minirubbish. Rubbish bin? Nah, it's all gravy, as Charlotte Church would say... If she'd got it right. Idoit (sic.)

Not having a good England week, this week... quite bored of the place, but that will hopefully change when I'm not stuck at home due to Son-of-cash-flow-crisis.

And I did send a very important e-mither off to the powers that be. Gingers crossed, then.