You're a real grip.

[…]with the uncanny ability to always look like he just woke up in a dumpster

It had been his intention to go to Wimbledon, but as he himself said: “Why be blooming well frizzled when you can hear all the results over the wireless.[…]You stand by, Janet, and wake me up if they do any of that running commentary stuff.”

“Who knows? I've never actually dealt with zombies before. If I get bit ... it might turn me into a zompire!” he said, only half jokingly.