Life Imitates Art (In This Case A Latter Day Steve Martin Movie)

I took the electric hedge-cutter out of storage and charged it up, but instead of going grrrrrrrrr, it went tick....tick....tick, with the blades moving at the roaring speed of an 18th century pendulum clock. No bloody use whatsoever! So I would up cutting the hedge with a clapped out pair of shears.

We had two sets of viewers yesterday. The second set had three very small children in tow. We invited them in to meet the bunnies and small grey bun decided that this would be a really good time for him and big brown bun to enjoy a shag....

The World Cup

No- I don't hate futbol; I'm just not terribly interested. 

I've never understood the passion it inspires. Why this game and not carpet bowls or octopush?

All those politicians and celebrities banging on about the beautiful game- do they really mean it, or are they just trying to curry favour?

Yes, we won  in '66. That's 40 years ago now. Can we talk about something else? 

So many flags! Flags worry me. 

The  police predict an up-surge in domestic violence.  Beckham misses a penalty and a thousand oiks reach over and smack the wife. 

Maybe I do hate it, after all.