Was so worried about peace in the Middle East today that I could hardly sleep. Only managed to squeeze eight hours in on the bean bag this afternoon. Who is this Mubarak bloke anyway, I've never seen him down the park, and is he any relation to that other Barak fella? Maybe he hasn't got a dog, and likes cats or something. I hate cats. They cover their shit up, which makes it harder to find, the tight bastards. Twenty minutes to tea time, yum yum, bring it on.
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.