Do you think all those punters (and we all get them) live together somewhere, sharing their collective wisdom and inter-breeding to keep producing more and more unrealistic, over-entitled, members of the f**kwit family? Maybe we could sneak up on their Special Place one night and brick up all the exits from the outside. Then we could contact them very early one Sunday morning (via Facebook, obvs) and tell them we're going to make a special journey to let them out. And then not turn up. And then, maybe, do turn up two days later. With my next door neighbour, who's a fishmonger, so he knows a lot about bricks. And then kick the walls, ring somebody who is apparently paying for the job and then tell them it's not what we wanted to do, really, and we're going to knock a wall down somewhere else instead. And then badmouth them all over SoshallMeeja. And then report them to Trading Standards. And Watchdog. And maybe go back the following weekend and throw eggs at the wall. Just a thought. I think I need to take my tablets now...