On reading the headline "Thousands Gather For Ferguson Funeral" to discover that the Jock twat is still with us and they were referring to some place in America. I was so disappointed that I simply had to go out and roll in some shit. All down the side of my neck and face it is. Me Mum said she will try and brush it off me later when it dries. Me Dad said that they should try and kick it off there and then, which I thought was a bit harsh. I probably won't get let off me lead for a couple of weeks now. The bastards. Sad to hear of the death of Sir Dicky Attenborough today. Ghandi star Ben Kingsley said that "millions were touched by him" and I thought "crikey, here we go again then, and he's not even cold yet." In other news today, they reckon that Ebola has arrived in the UK. Arsenal are apparently set offered him a 3-year contract. 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.