That bloody bat's gone too far this time. Not only have I just found out that he's been making stuff up for Old Squeaky's Almanac and Booke of Ye Days - and I quote:
"Marmite: An edible adhesive which becomes attracted to carpet fibres and hair when activated by toast and butter"

He's also had the arrogance to order himself a bloody coat of arms (a proper one this time)


Talk about grandiose delusions...