Hacking? They can all go to hell in a handcart!/July 15th 2011.

Richie - It's the time of the year when Mrs Bob and I prepare for our summer hols. Needless to say, old Wob's battered suitcase gets filled up pronto - a couple of hawaiian shirts, a couple of pairs of shorts, a hat to protect my comb-over - whereas Mrs Bob prevaricates for weeks before filling her seven cases with high end fashion after much use of old Wob's credit card. This year's holiday destination is a closely guarded secret, though, and as the big day approaches Mrs Bob's excitement grows. "Do we go on Africa swafari, Wob ? Or sunny Flowida ? Or is it womantic twip to exotic place on tiny island you take me ?" Well, I haven't let on Rich, but just imagine the joy in the Roberts household when she learns we'll be going on a two week caravan trip to Bridlington all courtesy of a super-soaraway Sun holiday voucher! Fish n chip suppers, warm ale and brass bands in the beer garden, a hearty morning stroll along the bitter North Sea-lashed pier - makes you proud to be British I say!