About poor old Nelson Mandela. I thought he was fucking brilliant in the Shawshank Redemption. Mind you, did you see some of the shirts he used to wear? Fuck me, I'm not surprised that they locked him up. Twenty seven years is maybe a tad harsh though. The fashion police must be strict as fuck in South Africa I reckon. Still, respect where it's due. I'd had enough of hearing about that fucking Scottish helicopter crash anyway. 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.