Nice chocs, rubbish ad:
Sometimes I despair:
All who tell people that good SPAG isn't important should hang their heads in shame...
before being crucified, shot, buried, dug up and then shot again just to be sure.
And no, I'm not BillC45, innit.
Seriously?
Four quid?
For a stick?
There's nothing posh about it, there's no special treatment, it's not expensive Amazonian hardwood or a cutting from one of the Two Trees of Valinor.
It's just a stick with a bit of steel studding stuck in the end, two washers and a wing-nut.
Buyers of these probably know the cost of everything and the value of nothing.
And the award for "Dumbest, Most Hilarious and Most Unhelpful Answer of the Year" goes to...
one of the food-serving staff in the LEat Street restaurant at Leicester Royal Infirmary.
Yesterday, while I was waiting for my lamb curry with rice to become sufficiently warm to pass the thermo-probe test, the next customer at the counter asked the server if the chicken dish was Halal.
With only a split-second of hesitation and with utter conviction the server responded with just one word:
"Mostly."
I looked at the other customer. She looked at me. We both had that "WTF?" look on our faces.
For a while words failed us, we couldn't speak for laughing.
Happiness comes from the most unlikely places.
Available from all good bollock retailers.
Cycling Night Riding Bicycle Light Creative Bike Light Bicycle Cycling MTB Bike Lamp Heart Design.
May contain nuts.
This Tour de Leicester thing is clearly a demanding set of events, something like an Omnium for Eejuts.
This time we were on the Soar Valley Way.
Here's the breakaway leader in the Dangerously-Overloaded Sprint: