Reclusive wanker? Hell to the yes. And you, my Manny soulmate, must be there for me in my moments of complete toolishness.

We must seek your beard. I am asking around. Crowley doesn't know where it is. Bollo threw spaghetti at me for interrupting his DJing practice. Jim Kirk gave me his 'behold for I am blonde and Captainly' pout, which I ignored, but Chekov gave me some useful directions. I am currently searching under Stephen Fry's desk. All I can find is a naked Alan Davies.

This is very distracting.

I resist the curly haired loveliness! I must follow the rainbow, and locate your lost beard...luckily Moss is tracking it for me on eBay. It was bought by a frenchman a week ago, it seems. Roy keeps flicking peanuts at the back of my head. If he weren't so jumpable I'd hit him.

I shall head to france, and inform you of my progress at a later date..