Is it just me or is there something strangely satisfying, not to mention ironic, about the story concerning the 23 year old saddo who was hit by a brick and robbed at 1am on his way home from the shops where he's been to buy a copy of the latest version of Grand Theft Auto that only came out at midnight? Grand theft bell-end, more like. Get a life son for fuck's sake.
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.