Scary Biscuits

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

Actually, he's not really very fierce. This is in fact a big eff-off yawn. He can give you a heck of a meowing, mind.

I ventured into town today for essential supplies* and found Wellington is UNDER SIEGE by Eminem fans who appear to have taken over the capital. Weird.

The Proclaimers, I could understand. 

When I got home, I found Caro having a "Murder, She Wrote" marathon. I joined her on the couch and we watched ANOTHER Greg Davies concert. This was the one in which he derives amusement by asking people their nicknames. His favourites were:

Baghdad - Conferred on a bloke for years. Because he once had a new bag. That his dad had bought him.

Gandhi - Owned by a bloke called Andy. Who is gay.

Mumbo - Conferred onto a chap whose mum has B.O.

Caro was unable to breathe. Don't get me wrong, I like Greg Davies, but Caro, he reduces to a hysterical, crying, choking heap.

So it has been another day of low ambition and lower achievement. Caro was right; this is better than sitting in a paddock.

S.

* Chocolate.