Unless somehow I've managed to miss it, when are we going to learn the result of the prediction contest from the meeting in Manchester just before the contest? Whilst modesty forbids that I should aspire to be the winner (and a load of inaccurate predictions), I would love to know who the smarty-pants of 2008 is. Over to you, Jamie.
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! You mean I've finally won something? Hoo-yah!! What can I say? I'd like to thank the director, the writer, the producer, my fellow thespians...er, my mom and dad...er, and anyone else that knows me. [Leaves the stage with a veritable Niagara of tears cascading down his lovely face].