…which is how the kittens came to have lost them.

Idling in retirement whilst young PC keyboard picks up the slack.

Probably better suited to a big old baguette.

that’s a long-lost James Blunt lyric if I’ve ever heard one

Romance born amongst the carcasses, a beautiful example of how love prevails.

Time for Cash in the Attic.

I’m salivating at the very thought…

Don’t get the hump.  It happens to the best of us.

Grunge rock band from the town called Prince Rupert in Canada – search iTunes – kickin’.

And it’s gone completely unreported on t’internet.  News of the World – where were you?

…and you can see the full coverage on ITV4

shame she was born a monkey

AKA Club 18-30 clients.

A scandal and a disgrace, they were shunned.

Darn.  Now I’ve lost my balls.  What a trickster of a bag.

Don’t howl, you eat lovely fluffy little lambs.

and then charge you an arm and a leg to untwist them.

And at work they milk cows.

A challenging and rewarding mouthful of a condition.

A geranium with a grudge.  Home horticulturalists please beware.