Watched it on catch-up last night. Can't make up me mind whether I like it or not. It's all very "yah Mummy, Sebastian's given one this simply divine pearl necklace, does Mummy think it suits one?" To which Mummy replies "Why of course it does dahling. If one plays one's cards correctly one will have his ring on one's finger by the end of the week. What, what, what." It's not quite like real life is it, especially bearing in mind that this thing is set in Yorkshire. I mean you won't catch me saying "pass the fox shit Jeeves one's simply dying for one's luncheon, and make sure it's fresh this time, the last lot you brought upstairs was covered in mould and left me with a severe dose of the Ertha Kitts for nigh on a fortnight."
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.