Back from an enforced sitting at the "barbers" looking and smelling like Liberace's lipstick drawer, the tight bastards. Gonna have to make a serious effort to slip the lead and indulge in some "masculine aroma enhancement" in the morning. My bitches down the park will never go for this. Pooh count: 4, a very poor showing.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.