We went for a nice walk at the weekend, sat at the cafe in the park and ate sausages and bacon in the sunshine. Foraged a few discarded Haribo's too. Fucking ace it was. Talking of "walking" - did you hear about that blind bloke who climbed Everest? What a fucking achievement that was. Especially as he was dragging a frozen Labrador behind him. 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.