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Today’s Guest post comes from Lonn, the fire breathing Lamppost

First of all, I’d like to thank Lee for letting me write this post today – it’s not often I get to do this sort of thing…

So, I’m writing this from the shores of Loch Long on the beautiful Argyll Coast. Yesterday, I was keeping watch for French submarines bringing cake to the hungry locals, when I felt a disturbance in the Electricity Grid – as if a single lamppost had cried out in pain.

Turns out it had, and Eileen, a great, great friend of mine had been knocked over in her Essex home by an unnamed pink haired lady returning from the school run.

Having been left seemingly fatally wounded, a team of experts was despatched from MHHSBD headquarters and after a lengthy operation (involving an angle grinder and some gaffer tape), Eileen is now Arthur.

Arthur now stands waiting, half the woman he used to be, just waiting…

As for the rest of Group Cake – how should I know – I’m a fucking lamppost – I can’t even type! …