Got the surprise of my life on Saturday afternoon. Had just completed a Spartan race with my young bloke at the Newington Armory alongside Olympic Park when he asked me if he could get an ice cream. I said yeah why not buddy. Low and behold here is everyone's favourite ex-Daily Telegraph Journalist spiralling ice cream into a cup on his Saturday afternoon. What a fall from grace for Josh, He's now 1 rung higher in life than a Mr Whippy franchisee. Telling a co-worker you are going to slit his throat and **** in his neck will do that to you though. (still one of the best sledges of all time though IMO) My favourite part was when he knew that i knew who we was.