I see that Moonbeam has got himself a launchpad in New Mexico from where he plans to operate "Virgin Galactic" which offers the opportunity to have five minutes weightlessness in space for just $200,000 a pop. Me Dad says that he'd happily kick Branson up the arse so hard that he can enjoy as much weightlessness as he wants for free should their paths ever cross. Pooh count: four, and impressive start to the day it has to be said making me certainly less weighty if not exactly weightless myself. Check the post tomorrow Branson.
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.