Me Dad says that when he was walking round Peterborough last week that he suddenly thought that with all the publicity that My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding got, that it would be a brilliant place to open up a clothes shop selling all sorts of hideously cheap and nasty sparkly tat. Until he found out that Primark already plan to open a store there. The best laid plans and all that, eh? Still, it keeps the kids in work doesn't it...Pooh count: a pleasing brace so far this morning, it's a bit to hot to squeeze any more than that out 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.