I've known Ronin for over 20 years now. He's blessed with brains and a cunning to use them to achieve his goals. In this case the devious goal of slowing down Ginge through an expanding waist size. TBF it would prob have worked a treat because we've seen Ginge's 'treat draw' and the way he fiercely patrols it's perimeter. A couple of Bakewell tarts a week added to the Malteseres and Rich Teas, plus a pork pie or two could easily have added a few secs to lap times
Sorry Dan, it wasn't a sense of fair play that had me grassing you up to Ginge. More just the sheer hilarity of your plan that I couldn't keep to myself. Some things are just too funny to kept secret.