It’s all good, man. No doubt she has an inflatable Statue of Liberty in parking lot.

Now under criminal investigation for potential violations of the Espionage Act.

He’s a card, isn’t he?

Isn’t it? I’ve since found a few more and they’re not pretty.

This from David Rappaport.

More and more I think his time has gone. If he does run again I think he’ll lose and lose heavily. Even though the Democrats bumble on with not a dynamic electable personality within a thousand mile radius of t […]

And, thanks to his white shirt and black waistcoat, Francis Rossi.

Is this the moment when we see the cops knock on his door a la Roger Stone and cuff him? I don’t think it is.

Whatever nails the nasty delusional POS it will be an apparent triviality and happen in the blink of an eye.

And he pauses ‘er, umm…’ so much mid-sentence. None of the others do. Why does he do that if he’s reading from a script?

Eight – one! Eight bloody one!

Joyce Grenfell was good as the police woman in the St Trinian’s fillums.

I’ve read HMS Ulysses.

I’ve finished now.

Eh? Isn’t the point of sport the bloody result?

And isn’t it always East Fife five, Forfar four?

What news of Hamilton Academicals?

In a jacket made for Jimmy Krankie and trousers made for Cyril Smith.

This made me laugh. Boomhauer and Bob Dylan

Boy Bands. Why does it take between 4 and 7 lads to sing one bloody song?

Good Lord, yes. He says he needs to wear a protective suit because he’s got a sprayer.

*ulp*

Ah. It would be.

How marvellous. Didn’t watch it but have been aware that this tournament has been inspirational for so many. The lasses have won a trophy! The lads have won nowt since 1966? Is that right?

What does ‘ […]

I’d Iike to be able to armpit fart ‘Rule Britannia’.

Not whilst driving of course. I’m not a fucking idiot.

Personal recommendations do seem to be the best way. Our now sadly late next door neighbour was a retired builder who, thankfully, took a shine to us while we were moving in to our current house. Myself and a […]

Arabelle and Mortimer the Raven.

‘Nevermore!’