And thats exactly why I bought this, I dont want noise and I wanted OEM looking 
and yes the ITG does look like Blue Peter Toilet roll and grannies clunge sponge stuck on the end 
.... That's a brilliant description of its visual appearance. But dare I ask how you know what a granny's clunge sponge looks like!?
Funny story from my childhood robin and how the name "Clunge Sponge" came about
I used to spend every sunday with my grandmother, she used to put on a piece of brisket on the hob and we would then go for a long walk with the dog (my dog), she used to take me and the dog for 15+ mile walks and when we got back would enjoy brisket and onion butties, then it was my nan on one settee and me on the other (dog in front of the fire) ansd we would sleep for a couple of hours (a 15 mile walk when your only 10 knackers you
), phone would ring and it would be mum saying come home for tea, before I left my gran would always make me have a wash so I got home to my mum nice n clean (you know how mucky kids get), she would always send me upstairs to the bathroom for a wash and would always tell me "use the flannel on the sink, not the sponge under the sink", I never questioned why when I was younger.
Well after a couple more years (I was 13 or 14 maybe) I asked my mum why I could not use the sponge under the sink at grans house and my dad just pissed himself laughing and said to my mum "Your on your own there love" and promptly left the room laughing.
My mother had to explain as best she could that the sponge under the sink was for washing "Gran's special place" or similar words to that effect, oh right, eurrgghh was my reaction.
A few months after that 1 of my friends came with us for a walk, we got back had sarnies and a nap and then were told to wash before she set us on our way, so Up I went and had a wash (with the flannel), dried myself off, hung the flannel on the towel rail and came back down, she then sent my mate Phil up for a wash, he came down a few minutes later and I asked if he found the flannel?, and he told me that they use sponges at his house and he found one under the sink so used that
, I just laughed and laughed so hard all the way home after explaining he washed his face with my grannies clunge sponge
, next day at school we (Well Me
) told our other friends what had happened, they all fell about pissing themselves and from that point onwards he was known as "Granny Fanny", that nickname stuck for about 5 years
(we only agreed to stop calling him that as it was getting awkward explaining to every girl he tried chatting up why we called him that
), in fact my brother used the story in his best man's speech for Phil's wedding some 12 years later
