Unfinished Business...

I've had literally no emails asking me about the answer to the last Bookscan competition back in June, so here, due to a total and utter lack of popular demand is the answer that no one has been waiting for. You ready? Drum roll. Tadaaaaaa...



So there you go. And what a cover. Just look at that naughty man striking Ali in the midriff whilst he ogles his Johnson. Ali can't believe it. He's like, 'Whoa, dude. Eyes off little Mohammed!' Funny old boxers.

Right, that's it. I'm really off this time, and if anyone's interested, apparently I'm on GMTV twice tomorrow - once at 6.45, and once at 8-something. Also, there is going to be a psychologist on there with me, talking psycho-babble. I hope it's Raj Persaud. The big plagiarist.

So, for now, once more, adieu.

...

STOP! I got confused.

We've already done Ali. This is the answer to the last Bookscan. Wait for it. Drum roll...



Silly me.

Thanks, Boob Pencil. I thought you'd traded yourself in?