Loops is The Man With No Name. I bet he's sat there wearing his poncho and chewing on a cigar.
Sorry to my team, haven't been around this evening! Never mind, at least we've got one point! It's better than nothing. Although I'm starting to feel a bit like Eli Wallach and reckon I'll be left by loops, standing on a wooden cross with a noose around my neck while he rides off into the sunset with the Cult Spaghetti Western Boxset under his arm.
Tomorrow I'm going to be faster. I hope.
Who am I trying to kid?
