Gav

another string to be added to his already string-laden bow, Gav has embraced all that is right and proper in his time across the pond by gazumping Murray by a measly penny. Or two cents I guess.

Altogether now..... USA! they're number one!

Come on proud people of Britain! Tony Blair may be Condaleeza Rice's bitch but that doesn't mean we can't reclaim the mantle of "largest donation" from the oil/pizza/middle-eastern-country-guzzling rednecks!

Gav is, quite simply, a legend. The only man to have a verb phrase named after him, he perfected the art of disappearing into the night when we all thought he was going to the toilet. Soon we learned to check if he had his jacket with him when he mumbled "jussgonnatoilet" at us around 11pm. Of course, I could write a very long and entertaining book about his various scrapes in the Greater Glasgow area, but that is for another time.

He's currently in New York, New York, where as far as I'm aware he is not living up to the tabloid hack's lot of drinking on his own in shady Irish bars and mixing with "interesting characters" (who smell of wee).

Instead, he chooses to spend his time jetting off to the Cayman Islands or Miami to cover the latest Britney Spears wedding, or crashing his SUV into a fire hydrant on Madison Avenue whilst trying to follow Angelina Jolie. Oh, unless he's not "working" in which case he's probably back at his Manhattan apartment in the arms of his lovely girlfriend.

It'd be enough to have me making short voodoo dolls with curly black hair if he wasn't just such a damn nice guy. Bastard.

PS Gav, if it's alright with you I might just not bother with the run and use the cash to finally make it over to see you. Actually, isn't the New York marathon in November?