What the ...?

I can't believe I haven't posted since last Tuesday!! In my defence, I've been writing and researching (and running), but still.

Last Monday night we went to see Tim Vine, which I meant to blog about. You know Tim Vine. Floppy blond hair, used to present Whittle. Master of the one-liner. You know those e-mails of "Peter Kay jokes" we all get? Well, most of those jokes are actually Tim Vine's (and a lot of them are Tommy Cooper's). Like ... this bloke said to me 'are you going to take that wooden step away from the corner of the field' and I said 'no, that's not my stile'. You know, terrible, groanworthy jokes. But they wear you down before too long and you find yourself laughing against your will. It was great.

I also wanted to complain about the numb-nuts they get on Relocation Relocation (again). Did you see it this week? They showed this couple the most gorgeous houses, all of which they rejected in favour of an eighties monstrosity (eventually they picked an old house done in a modern style) but the bit that really made me cringe was when one of the houses had a fruit and vegetable section within the garden. When Phil pointed it out, the guy said, 'That doesn't do anything for me. If I want an apple, I'll go to the supermarket.' Argh! Although it's worth it just to see Phil get that rictus grin and know he wants to stove their heads in with his mobile.