Lady don't fall backwards!!

I did not watch the Brit Awards last night. Indeed, there is no need! If anything exciting happens on these type of shows, it’s all over the news next day.

When I was stood in the shower at 5am I was hearing all about it. I’m sure most people (in the UK anyway) have seen the adverts – ‘Have you had a slip or a fall anywhere? Have you had an accident at work that wasn’t your fault?’

I don’t suppose Madonna will be phoning up to make a claim after her dramatic fall backwards down the stairs last night. Apparently, her cloak was too tightly fastened and instead of the cloak falling away gracefully when tugged during that awful song, Madonna was hauled backwards off the stage. I should not laugh. Falls at that age can be rather difficult to recover from, but I’m sure superfit Madonna will survive. I imagine I would have been doing hospital blips for weeks in that situation!

Lady Don't Fall Backwards was a fictional novel being read by Tony Hancock in an episode of Hancock's Half Hour called ‘The Missing Page’. I used to be a member of the Tony Hancock Appreciation Society and used to go to all the conventions and buy all the books. I have had some strange hobbies over the years. I used to be a bus spotter and would go around with my fleet list ticking off all the buses I’d actually had a ride on for at least two stops. That sad pastime took me all over the West Midlands! That and being a member of CAMRA (the Campaign for Real Ale) actually went quite nicely together.

Half of me is wondering why I have told you about my bus spotting past. Oh well. I suppose bird spotting is a bit better than bus spotting. You might not have been very excited about pictures of buses of the West Midlands if that had been my main blip subject. Firstly, the buses are far superior in Scotland and secondly, my annual bus pass runs out in March and I have already notified the HR department that I am NOT renewing!!

I expect there may be no such thing as free bus travel if I live long enough to become a pensioner. You never know….. I won’t take anything for granted, that’s for sure.

Anyway, as for my new hair style or lack of hairstyle, as you know I am fond of my feathered friends and said to Jane – my hairdresser – yesterday that I wanted to look like a Great Tit. I think she got the slightly wrong idea.

That gigantic fake nipple in the middle of my forehead is not very flattering and gets in the way of my leprechaun hat. It’s a good job I work from home such a lot. Hopefully my hair will have grown back before I want to go to Stratford at the weekend…..

Am I pulling your leg? What do you think?!!!!

Anyway, that's all for now as everything else will have to wait until tomorrow. You know it's either all or nothing with me when it comes to writing my blip.

Track? Let's have this fine one from 1966 and the Small Faces now I have said it! - All Or Nothing