OK, we’ll start with 10k, see how that feels. Oh, actually, Tommy, you’ve got to sit with your back to the padded support. Oh, yeah. These are the new ones. OK. You’ve got 10k on. It’s about the same as a standard Carlsbro monitor wedge. I used to pack one under each arm when I was loading the bins. Oh! Emptying rubbish bins must have kept you fit. Not wheelie bins. I mean bass bins, I used to be a roadie! And monitor wedges… How do you think a band hear themselves when they’re sticking out 120 dB through the main stack? (Sighs) What is going on in schools these days? Try that. (Sniffs) Yeah. OK, well, I’ll leave you to get comfortable with that and I’ll be back in a bit. Right. Just whack it up a bit. (Grunting and straining) (Crunching) (Whimpers) Finished with that, mate? Just feeling the burn. Ergh. Here, mate. Do you want your towel? Yeah, just chuck it. Cheers. That indicates your range of motion that indicates your range of motion, so… Bear with me one sec? Everything OK? Yeah, just reading this. The fire regulations? Well, there’s no point waiting till there’s a fire. I see the assembly point is near the gym spa, so you can treat yourself to a fruit smoothie while you’re waiting for the fire brigade. (Car horn honks) (Car horn honks) All right, mate! I’ve got a blind spot the size of the Gobi desert here. I’m turning right. No, no, not going to happen. Plan B. (Car horn honks) Thanks for your patience. (Car horn honks) Oh, shut up, you tit! All right, all right. So you are poised. Then drop down. Just remember, my upper vertebrae is an Al Qaeda cell and your backside’s an F16. Do you have visual? Target locked on. Deploy. Oy-ah! (Cracking) (Groans) Yeah? Yeah. OK, one more pass for a mop up. Oh, hurry up, Tommy. Hit them! Oy-ah! (Cracking) (Groans) Oh. Oh. (Chuckles) Target is reduced. All units back to base.