God, could you imagine being his tutor, reading out the register for class and wondering to yourself what sort of twat goes by the name of 'Wood', then looking up and seeing that gormless fucking penis sat there, dressed like he robbed a Salvation Army mannequin? Beady little raccoon eyes peeping out from under his stupid 'School of Law' baseball cap, shaking like Michael J. Fox from an overdose of maid-prescribed amphetamines as he loudly announces that he'll require special dispensation to leave early every day to eat two lunches and 'train for the worlds' or some such horse shit. What a nightmare.