I wonder if Leeds United will benefit from Sport Relief?
Claire has gone out this evening to the grand opening of Waitrose in Keynsham. When I heard that a Waitrose was opening there, I found it rather strange. Without being rude, Waitrose is one of the more upmarket supermarkets, while the town of Keynsham is… well… if you’ve been, you’ll know what I mean. I expect it to be gone in a couple of months and replaced by a Lidl or Poundland. Still, it is all the talk of the town. A colleague of mine who lives in Keynsham has told me all about it.
I expect the place to be rammed. I certainly won’t want to be there. However, I have asked Claire to bring me back home a bottle of Sheppy’s cider and a nice cake. She also promises to pop into to KFC, which is next door and bring me home some finger lickin’ chicken from The Colonel.
Mike Bassett’s back. Absolutely fantastic news.
If the writers become stuck for inspiration, there are plenty Neil Warnock interviews from his time at Leeds which are equally as comical as anything Ricky Tomlinson ever came out with.
Why do I always spot spiders in the house when Claire is out at work, leaving me to deal with them myself?
The first one of 2014 was found on the bathroom wall, right by the toilet. A big problem, especially considering I needed a poo at the time.
Almost a week late, we break open my birthday cake.
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All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
