Easy, so that they'd have a team to support in Euro 2016! Woof. Well, me Mum and Dad went away again this weekend. Leaving me and Tommy Knocker in Stalag 45 for another 3-day stretch. You can't get a minutes bastard peace in that place. If they aren't taking you for a walk, they are putting you in the day run - or the gay run as I call it as there's always an Alsation or something in there that want's to hump you. It's like being in fucking Shawshank that place. It's almost a relief to get back to my "cell" with Knocker. At least he seems to have got the message that I'm no Graham Norton. Talking of whom I see that he's said he'll open his back door to let a few refugees in no problem. Give him his due, Sir Bob Geldof has said that he'll happily take a few families in as well, although with his parenting track record I'm not so sure I'd want to go there.
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.