Dearest friends

Never let it be said that I am not a man of my word. Did I not promise my Howard excellent offers in his game as he had had the decency to stand up a declare his admiration for me? And did I not deliver? And did he not win £1?

Ah, good times...

But I digress. The point is I promised behind the scenes photos from here at Deal or No Deal and so I have posted two. Just two, mind. You may no longer have to buy 35mm film to produce photography but charging these digital affairs costs electricity money. Two is your lot. If you don't like it; cold, hard cheddar my ungrateful chum.

They may seem murky but, as you might imagine, I am not one for venturing out in the glare of publicity. Late at night, I enter the studio and these particular photographs were taken on one of these trips. Besides, who are you to criticise my photographic skills? I am artful in many diverse ways you Philistines.

That said; it was in fact Pennyworth, not I, that took them and he couldn't hold a brick wall still after a night on the sauce.

As you will see, the opened boxes from the final game of the day are stacked on the desks ready to be whisked away the following morning.

I like to sniff them.

I can get clues as to who in the wings is the most nervous or indeed the least hygenic.

Vital information. Vital, disgusting information.

I must go now as I have poetry to write

Goodbye, you dirty little urchins

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