 So he comes in last night, walking like he does, left his shoulders in the van. He's in there, like swimwear. Say it, you all right? He's saying. I've come in here as Daisy's ex. Met Daisy in Ibiza, pulled her, slept with her. Straight away, she got a bit clingy and fell for me. Me and Daisy, we're just mates now, aren't we? Huh? I've heard that Daisy's been cracking on my people in there anyway, and my feelings towards Daisy are like, she wants me more than I want her. I don't really want Daisy. So you don't want to bang her? No, I don't know more. It's just a friends of benefits sort of thing. What is the actual issue with you and Matty there? A few things got said in the group chat. I'm going to have to pull him up on it when I get in there, because he shouldn't have said I meant to be his mate. So Natalie comes back from the beach yesterday with a bit of bad news, if I'm honest. Sam's coming in, who's Daisy's ex. I've got a bit of beef with Sam from before. It's Sam. You look pissed off to be fair. No, I'm pissed off because he's a bit of an idiot for my... What's he been saying about you? Apparently that I'm a beg. So he comes in last night, walking like he does, left his shoulders in the van. He's in there, like swimwear. He comes in, walks straight past me, can't even look at me. The guy just sits down at the end of the table. I know he's seen me, but he just ain't got the arsehole to look at me. Yeah, I've got a little issue, mate. A little? Come on, son. Slow down, that's what I mean. Do you want to go and have a chat about it? Yeah, we will eventually, but I'll introduce yourself first. Make yourself settle down, all right? All right, cool. The next minute I know, one of the birds has stuck their oar in and asked about mine and Sam's history. Not a good idea. The next minute, right, we stood there, effing and blinding at each other across the table. This is going to take some fucking sorting out. It's a fucking headache already. I thought he'd come in as Daisy's ex, not fucking mine. I've got Daisy belling me up, telling me that you're calling me a bitch. Right, Daisy. No, shut the fucking noise. Shut your fucking noise, I'm speaking. Fuck off, you freak, what? Sit down, you fucking lump. Being ex on the beach, nothing gets sorted out in private, so it's all guns blazing, rowing in front of everyone. Why you standing up and getting Larry? What? All you tried to do was chip in the group chat. I didn't tell him. You were in the group chat. Once Sam put his toys away, he finally pulled me to one side and asked for a chat in a room, which is all I wanted in the first place. We've gone in there, the geezer could not wait to apologise. I apologise calling you back. OK, you're sweet. You're going to apologise? No, all right, because I'm not a begger. At the end of the day, me and Mattie were mates, good mates as well, not just acquaintances, good mates, before this happened and was together all the time in the summer, virtually every day in IV, we both did a season together, so I don't think to do was to sit down and just sort it out. He's my power at the end of the day. He might have staggered me off, but if he's come to me and told me the reasons and apologised, I don't hold grudges. Let's just crack on and have a blinder.