I returned to work today after my New Year break, fresh and revitalised. I am now totally shattered. When’s my next week off?
His side is second from bottom in the Premier League.
They have just lost 5-0 to a team from a lower division.
He is barred from every Jimmy Spice’s ‘All You Can Eat’ buffet in the country.
An avid Twitter user, he has blocked just two accounts – @Weight-Watchers and @Gillian-McKeith
Despite all this, he is still good enough to manage Real Madrid or Inter Milan.
Two hours standing in the cold watching football, only for Bath City to let in a last minute equaliser – again! I am finally home, thawing out. My poor frost-bitten feet, however, are a little worse for wear.
Then I find out Leeds lost to Rochdale in the FA Cup. Fuckola.
The show for anyone not famous enough to get onto I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.
So far, 10 so-called celebrities have gone in. I’ve heard of 3 of them.
The bad news: Jim Davidson is one of them.
The good news: 1 hour and 10 minutes into the program, and I am yet to vomit blood.
Next into the Big Brother House: The decaying carcass of Jimmy Saville.