I had to bargain for my life with Scotwork and his Wrecking Ball after losing my phone in the Figaro whilst trimming the hairy cheeks of Matt Stafford. I still got accepted for a role in the kitchen though, making healthy Snickers and fairtrade KIT KAT bars. It must be my keen sense of smell since picking daisies for COTY. It doesn't beat footy down the park in my Reebok sneakers with my octopus friend whom firmly believes that's the perfect break
