I once stitched up my mate Paul
by inviting the Jovey's in to his house and giving them a cup of tea, whilst he was getting showered and then telling them I had to get some biscuits from the kitchen.

I could hardly climb over the back garden wall I was laughing so hard.

I've not tried to out-God them for hours though, might give it a shot next time they come round with their creepoy black strangler gloves.
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Mon 6 Jun 2011, 19:42, Reply)