Any headline featuring the words "Gay Cake" has to be worth a read, right? So this one obviously caught the eye from the BBC: 'Gay cake' row could end up in court. Essentially, it's about a Northern Irish bakery that refused to take an order for a wedding cake from a pair of chutney ferrets. Unfortunately the fudge packers concerned elected to place their order with a "Christian" bakery, probably unaware that such things exist. But then again, this is Northern Ireland we are talking about. The "Christian" bakery told them to feck off, which in itself seems to contradict the word "Christian" to me, but I digress. Marriage is supposed to be the union of one man and one woman, they said. Or in me Dad's words "an expensive waste of time between one man and various women (although at different times obviously)". Apparently MrsN#1 is presently on her way to Malaysia to help the hunt for missing flight MH370. Me Dad says that she always did have an unerring ability to bring up stuff that everyone else had forgotten about months ago.
Is a sheepdog and his two-legged is a farmer. Frank was out with him in the tractor drilling wheat last autumn and they unearthed a rusty old lamp. So the farmer hopped out of the cab to have a closer look at it and gave it a little rub on his jacket, as you do, and was amazed to see a genie appear and offer to grant him any wish he wanted. Well the farmer thought for a moment and then said "I'd like the price of wheat to go to £200/tonne!" So the genie sighed but said "OK, I'll sort that out for you then, you greedy bastard" and popped back into his bottle. And the farmer casually tossed the lamp into the back of his cab and got on with his drilling. Well they were out again this morning putting a bit of nitrogen on, Frank and the farmer, and the farmer spotted the lamp and gave it a little rub again, just on the off chance, and you'll never guess what happened, the genie popped out again, and said that he'd grant the farmer one more wish. So the fa...