More strange things going on down at the mental institute. Robin is not the only one going crazy! Just check out this little piece of the action...Brian came in and saw the rows of cups stacked full just behind the counter; “Wow! I've hit the mother load on cuppa soups!”

“Oh I thought that was you, did you sort my fines out?” David shouted as if he liked doing that; then again he probably did.

“No because I got the push, some bird told on me for soliciting kisses, so I am back here as an observer.”

“At least do something with your hairstyle while you are in here; it looks a mess.”

Dirk nodded before his mind clicked into gear; “At least I have a hairstyle I can mess with.”

“Wait till I get you on the rugby field and then let's see who will mess who up!” David shouted as he raised himself up, then collapsed again when Brian spoke up as he was tucking into the soups with Marie back in hot pursuit.

“Yuk! It's all gone cold and sour tasting.”

“That's because it's sick; the cook's been taken ill and could only be unwell in these mugs; didn't you notice it all around the tray.”

If a man could only go as white as a ghost then you'd see it today as the young rotund gent legged it for the toilets.

So what are you waiting for? Mary has gone very aggresive, Dirk love looking at Robin's underwear and Marie needs a man; unlike David who just dreams of a Welsh win in rugby over the old enemy.