Thank God it's nearly over. Me Dad was down the pub watching the Spain vs Portugal game with his one and only "mate" the other night and the camera was focused on Ronaldo looking all forlorn at the end, as he never even got to take his penalty. Me Dad's mate looked at him and said "you know what, you remind me of him you do." Impressed, me Dad says "why 'cos I'm good looking, got a fit body and all the women fancy me?" His mate said "No, 'cos you're a smarmy twat." Woof!
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.