The ****'s just biding his time until he's a rag. He knows it, we know it: it's where he's best suited. And think of the media salivating at the thought of him being amongst their heroes at the swamp, forget Beckscum and the Portugese Ponce, Bellend would be elevated to a God-like status by Slimey Stone and Ratboy - and then think of the obvious repercussions: the changing room atmosphere, the tantrums, the hissy fit whenever he's subbed, and remember the great fun everyone else would have at the rags' expense...again!