Guido is having lots of fun at El Gordo's expense, as the 'Greatest Genius of Our Times' descends upon Rochdale to re-visit the little people.
UPDATE: Apparently, according to relatives, she didn't offer him tea. Apparently she was out. (Yeah, right. Old Northern ladies are always running out of tea. And biscuits. If true, she ain't like any old northern lady I ever met before. Perhaps she might have offered him the whisky and a revolver, instead? But then, New Labour banned hand-guns except for angels in state uniforms, so perhaps she couldn't even offer this horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible man the easy way out.)