Me Dad was putting me in the back of the car today to take me out for my morning constitutional and the little dyslexic ginger kid from over the road was badgering his Mum. "Mummy, Mummy, can we go for a McDonalds after school? Please." So his Mum said "I tell you what, if you can spell McDonalds son then we'll go, how's that?" So he thought for a minute and said "Nah, bollocks to it, lets go for a KCF instead." Honest. Are you calling me a lira?
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.