It could be an interesting Turd of the Week competition this week with British Unfairways, a very strong contender, now facing major opposition from News International. These two look like finishing well clear of Ukraine Customs and Faulty Airconditioning. The latter, amusingly, was tucked behind a hotel curtain (great place to put an air conditioning unit) and despite making strong whirring noises all night didn't actually push out any cold air at all. It was also remote controlled, so me Dad couldn't physically press any buttons to switch it off, but of course there was no remote control present. So he kind of got all the downside of a noisy air conditioning system running all night without any of the benefits of it actually keeping the room cool. Cool! Pooh count: a load lightening three so far. Groovy.
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.