It’s been a funny old week. Let me share my highlights with you:
The pony called Fat Boy that got drunk by eating hundreds of rotting, fermenting apples and fell in a swimming pool. Fire crews spent two hours rescuing him from the shallow end.
England’s excellent win in Belarus – and a supporter’s Shrek dummy. Why had we never spotted before the ogre’s resemblance to Wayne Rooney?
Former deputy prime minister John Prescott telling how he greeted three girls on a council estate with the words ‘Hello, Chavs!’ He got muddled up, apparently.
Gillian Taylforth on Loose Women, saying her brain went to mush after her baby was born. How did she know? Did anybody else notice the difference?
Ringo Starr’s rant that he won’t be dealing with any more fan mail after October 20. No photos, no autographs. I don’t know how to tell you this, Ringo, but … I was gonna post it on October 21. So I probably won’t bother now.
The news that senior citizens will get a semi-decent rise in their State pension next April, thanks to the rise in inflation, PLUS inflation should now start to fall. And if power prices start to fall as well, as they should following the drop in oil prices, the old folk might even start thinking someone cares. Respects and reveres, even, as our older generation deserves.
What do you mean, how old am I?
Old enough ...
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