Said that his ex missus once asked him how many women he'd slept with to which he replied "Only you darling, I stayed awake with all the others as they were exciting in bed." To which she said told him to pack his bags and fuck off and that she hoped he'd die a slow and painful death. He said "make your fucking mind up, one minute you want me to leave and the next you want me to stay." I can't vouch for the truth of this story obviously, it's just what the lying fat get told me. I'm still not convinced that he ever did fly spitfires during the war or play right half for Everton either. Back to the tunnel...
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.