GP bounces up and down beside the chair, making urgent noises until Barry finally gets up and picks the porg up, setting him down in the chair.

Happy now, GP settles in and starts to preen his feathers above the towel.

Barry sits back down, smiling in amusement at the porg.

Joe stares across at the bird and shakes his head, unable to help cracking a smile because it's just ridiculous.

"He really looks like he's been at the spa," Joe says, finally breaking into a laugh.