Was out for a walk with me Dad this morning and upon me answering an urgent call of nature he was confronted by this buffoon screaming "stop him, stop him, your dog's having a crap!" To which me Dad replied "don't worry mate I've got some bags, I'll clean it up." They're so bloody fussy in Waitrose aren't they? Then as we were walking down the main road this bloke comes up to me Dad and says "excuse me pal, what's the quickest way to the hospital?" Me Dad says "just close your eyes and cross the road here mate and you'll be there in about 15 minutes."
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.