The profiteering wankers. What we do in our house is me Dad pops round to McDonalds on his way home from work for one of their apple pies, and the inside contents of that is so fucking molten hot that we can switch the heating off and comfortably keep warm sat round that for at least three days. This also works with a microwaved bacon roll for anyone travelling on Virgin Trains too. 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.