Ah, what’s the point?

Finished reading the Sunday papers tonight and came to the conclusion it would be much better to stay in bed tomorrow – and for every other day after it.

nite nite

Light relief

Found this in a dentist’s waiting room – which took my mind off things.

I rest my case m’Lud.

Joking aside, I love eccentrics. I’m a self-confessed nature geek, I was the office internet bore for many years and have several anoraks in my collection.

As Michael Palin once said to me (he said, shamelessly name-dropping) the nerds stop the world from fast-forwarding.

Talking of nerds, does anyone actually use an RSS feed of this blog so you know when it’s been updated? The stats suggest some of you do. Anyone?

Here’s another one that made me smile.

An ill wind

Apparently Bill Oddie is unwell and won’t be able to host Springwatch this year. Ah well, never mind.

Whilst we’re on Celebs, I was reminded of another Clarkson classic when it was announced that Macca and Ringo are due to perform at some charity bash in the US. In the past, JC has suggested that Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey should get together with the remnants of the Fab Four (that’ll be the Fab Two) and call themselves The Whootles.

Maybe Bruce Dickinson could go on stage with Robert Plant to forge either an Iron Zeppelin or a Led Maiden. Or perhaps Seasick Steve could join forces with Rory Storm’s Hurricanes to form an Ill Wind.

I recently saw a poster in London for a band called the Official Secrets Act – which I thought was class. And who could forget Crispy Ambulance?

Pile in with your own. (That’s an invitation, not the name of a band).

PS: Anyone tweating and twittering yet? It’s all the rage y’know.

Judge and jury

I thought you might like to vent your spleen – and save me doing it for a change.

So here’s a multiple choice scenario allowing you to express your democratic right to an opinion about the former boss of RBS, Fred Goodwin. (Sorry, that’s Sir Fred to you).