Getting the big guns out for #Titwar

So, Mr Ponty thinks I am going to run away and hide before I go on holiday, oh no I say. Who needs tits when you can have owls, so may I present to you Tiny. A Gwent owl, trained to chase down Glamorgan tits and finches. True Gwent muscle, silent and deadly, just like one of those farts the wife lets off and blames someone else.

Even Ruth has worked out Mr Ponty needs help and has declared an allegiance to him. Gwent tits, robins, finches and even owls rules, you knows it.