I am now officially a gazelle...or a whippet

We often get split into two groups, based on ability and Sam's sanity, I think.

For a good few months now, Sam has been saying things like: "Fast runners over here and not as fast runners over there".

She's obviously dying to say "slow". I'm dying for her to say "slow", but she won't - it's all about positive mental attitude.

So she posted on our Facebook site that we were being named as two different groups.

Initial suggestions were Jets and Sharks and Blencathra something-or-other and Skiddaw whatsits (that wasn't it exactly, but you get my drift).

I wasn't too happy, to be honest - in my head, West Side Story fans, I'll always be Maria - and Blencathra hoojars seemed like a bit too much of a mouthful to scream down streets.

The vote descended into hysteria - Paul suggested sloths and turtles, I suggested road runners and coyotes, dastardleys and muttleys, smokies and bandits and Jaye lost it. Completely.

After more than what seemed like 100 suggestions - including Bert and Ernie and Cagney and Lacey, she decided on Roobarb and Custard.

Sam decided to remake the poll - pleased to say roadrunners and coyotes made it - and we all duly voted.

Jaye wasn't happy as Roobarb and Custard didn't make the cut. I must admit I was also disappointed - as Paul pointed out, we'd have a theme tune and everything.

Meanwhile, Jon wanted his own group of crumble.

Sam said we absolutely were not having a "team roobarb", so I felt hopeful that custard might just scrape in there.

I suggested that we could secretly call ourselves Roobarb and Custard and Sam would never know.

But no, the result is out. We are now gazelles and whippets. Traitors, the lot of em.

I am presuming I'm a gazelle. Probably the first time in my life anyone has called me that.

So if you hear someone bellowing "Gazelles, run faster" it's us.

But if you could yell "It's team Custard coming through" we'd be ever so grateful. I won't have the puff.