HDR'd on.

Haha I'm such a wag. The title is a bit saucy isn't it eh? It's meant to say I'm getting my HDR back on. I'm here all week. Try the fish.

This is the Arbouretum again, a really lovely place that until recently I thought was just the haunt of smackheads and thieves. See the big stone wall at the back? Whilst I was with Kelly my dog Sammy jumped off that: it's eighteen feet high. He broke his hind leg and damaged his hip bless him and it was all my fault. I ran towards it and pretended to jump off the frighten Kelly (see, hilarious me) and the dog followed me, but didn't pull out at last minute.

Today I've also had the fortune of travelling to La la land, or Nottingham as it's known. I was doing some sign ups at an astroturf laying company. All boring stuff but it was nice to see the city again after taking in La La's pictures. If you think she is going to run out of grotty buildings, graffiti and degradation any time soon then think again!! In less than quarter of a mile you have The City Ground (Notts Forest), Meadow Lane (Notts County) and Trent Bridge (Cricket). The big pub near them all is called 'The World Famous Trent Bridge' (or something similar). I didn't have my camera but perhaps our favourite Nottingham resident can blip it one day......

What else is new? Last night the lottery was won by me: I made it ten miles back into Tesco and refilled as well as purchasing food. Sorted.

I'm wondering if a few people may feel a little sheepish at laughing at my misfortune. Of course I like to pepper my moans with beautiful language and spice them up with the odd expeletive, but if I didn't want you to laugh I wouldn't bother. I'm not like that hairy arsehole Russell Brand, I utilise the English language but I don't try and do it dressed like a tudor. Nor do I have an incredibly thick fit girlfriend with an amazing body back catalogue of classy music.

Here's something to debate: the moustache. Good or bad? I'd never have one, a ginger furry slug under my nose would be the final nail in my love lifes coffin. However on Tuesday I abused a moustache wearer whilst masquerading as Poacher, and now I've opened up an internal debate in my head as to whether this decade will see a resurgence in the over lip food collectors. Feel free to debate.

Speaking of which: read my blog. Its here and full of my usual sarcasm and tales of woe. This week: how I blagged a free steak pie from several teenage girls, the whole moustache incident and umm.... can't remember what else I was stoned half asleep when I wrote it.

Ooooh I've rediscovered strike through today as well as HDR. Brilliant.