So, a Jock beats a Djok. I don't see what all the fuss is about, it's not like he's English is it? He might have a couple of Border Terriers and a fit girlfriend and several million pounds in the bank, but what else has he got going for him? The pasty-skinned Pict. That's his quota of sunshine for the next 50 years I reckon. The British and Irish Lions beat the ex cons Down Under. So what. I refuse to get excited about it all. They're not pure English either are they? I'm looking forward to the Ashes, proper Englishmen in an all English, proper non-Jock sport taking on the Aussies. I think we'll do them now that Piertersen is back...
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.