Me Dad has just been on the blower from Dublin. He's gutted to be in the only hotel in town where the bar shuts at half past eleven. He only got there at half ten too! Tit head. He says he can't make his mind up if they've all been inhaling helium or are just talking funny to take the piss. To be sure. He says he was reassured though to discover that all the taxi drivers in Dublin are foreign too. Bejapers.
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.