[Ollie!]

Glyn gets out of the BB house...

First thing he does is go home to Wales and straight to his favourite black pudding merchant.

"Some Black Pud Ding please", demanded Glyn, proffering his usual Banc Cymraeg £5 note.

The BP merchant noticed who it was right away. BP trade had not been good since Glyn went into in the BB house, and he was desperate to keep the Welsh bailiffs away.

Leaning across the counter, he whispered threateningly: "Look, boyo; I saw what you did on telly the other night. Unless you buy my whole stock of Black Pud Dings, I'll tell your mam."

Glyn was rightly alarmed about this. If his mam kicked him out, he wouldn't have anyone to cook his meals; so he agreed to buy the lot instantly, for the fee he had earned from Endemol.

Arriving back home, he placed the bags and bags of BPs in the hallway and called to let his mam know he was home.

"Goodness, boyo", said his mam. "What are all these black Pud Dings for?"

"Oh, they were in a sale", lied Glyn. "I couldn't resist them. They will go nice in a San Dwich."

"But how much did you pay for them?" inquired his mam, snatching the receipt off him. "Oh my, THAT much? He must have seen you coming."