Keith Harris is brown bread I see. That's the duck fucked then isn't it? Actually, thinking about it, he's probably relieved that he won't be getting that sweaty mitt shoved up his ring piece ever again. No wonder he had such a high pitched fucking squeak. 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.