You've got a lot to answer to you two-leggeds. Scanning the TV pages for something interesting to watch tonight me Dad announced that there was nothing on, "not unless you are interested in the worst place in the world to be gay," he said. "Where's that?" asked me Mum, "Uganda," came the reply. "Well I'm not surprised they're all at it over there, they invented it," she added with great authority. "How do you know, have you ever been there?" he enquired. "No, but I've never been to the Arctic Circle, but I know it's cold," she retorted. I don't know how he puts up it, I really don't. Pooh count: half a dozen, I couldn't really be arsed today.
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.