Yes, indeed, like Gen. MacArthur, I have returned, er, well, not exactly like him because even I couldn't quite reach those heights of bluff and bluster, but anyway, I am back from my perilous trip to France. You might wonder exactly what risk I could possibly run 'just over there' which is because you have forgotten the wine - the meat - the wine - the fish - the wine - the pate - the wine - les deserts - more wine, and so on. However, with typical British pluck I downed it all and damn the consequences - and God bless the man who invented elasticated waist-bands. Talking of God, He can cut his own bloody grass in the village churchyard from now on! Everyday, I mean absolutely everyday, we had rain and it was so cold we had a log fire going most evenings. If anyone mentions global warming to me they are likely to get a fire-lighter shoved where the sun don't shine! Only this morning did I awake to a real 'Tory blue' sky without a single cloud - such a consolation as we drove to the airport - grrrrrh!
Landing back here in this 'sceptic Isle' I was greeted by the headlines in the Memsahib's newspaper of choice that some nutter had gone on the rampage and gunned down 12 people. 'Only in America', I thought, until I read the details and saw that it had occurred here in England! A tad depressing but when I reached home and switched on my trusty computer, I saw a headline on Drudge that cheered me up:
Go git'im, Sarah baby, he's a one shot wonder!
Now then, Duffers, we expect your wisdom on The Boys. It might involve politics - the Miliboys - or the World Cup - the footieboys - or even the Test Match - the Bengaliboys.
Posted by: dearieme | Friday, 04 June 2010 at 16:39