Well the Olympic Games will soon be on us. We are sending 331 athletes to the games....how many medals do you think we will win. The BBC and government are spending over £7 million sending over 600 politicians and hangers-on and technicians commentators and analysers and God know who else to cover the games. Fair bargain.. or what?
BBC did not even offer a bid for cricket coverage and so it has gone satellite again. They did however offer Formula 1 £40 million for their coverage. How many people play F1?
I personally cannot wait for the synchronised swimming and the rhythmic gymnastics! And of course the curling....Hey what a dumbo I am, that's a winter sport,obviously.
A Gail Porter has written an autobiography which is being puffed to death by LBC Radio. What is a Gail Porter and who cares? She probably wrote her own story because no-one else wanted to write it or read it!
I watched a programme on BBC last night called Land of the Lost Egos...lots of scenes of half naked men mugging to the cameras and doing impossible derring do...why? They all looked like ex-members of the Village People making a political statement about something...needless to say I didn't see any Jaguars!
If a company has been placed into administration with debts of over £40 million, how can the people concerned set up a new company trading from the same premises...let's ask Sadie Frost, she will know!
National Land Information Service (NLIS), Property Information Questionnaire (PIQ), Communities and Local Government websites, Home Information Packs (HIPs), Openbook (HIP provider)......with all these and the current credit crunch, why would anyone even think about buying or selling property. Let's not mention Stamp Duty...it might bring bad luck!
I was wandering home yesterday and for some reason I thought about daffodils! It might have been the kids and dogs playing in the park, but who knows! I'm always wandering and wondering. I remember at school reading poetry about bloody daffodils written by some possibly obscure English, who I seem to remember had an unnatural relationship with his sister. My teacher was a Scots lady who informed us that she had been to Oxford and added (Oxon) behind her Degree. Why Oxon and not Oxford? Anyway we thought she meant the Morris Oxford car which was all we had heard about....the poetry meant even less to us living as we did in burning tropical splendour surrounded by brilliant tropical hues only ever captured by Gauguin on canvass. We also had another Scots teacher at school who took English and French and was the Deputy Head. He had such an outrageous accent that no one understood him when he spoke. God knows what he would have been like in French, which seems to have a plethora of accents and difficult elisions.
Anyway, I'm off now to rub my ribs down with wintergreen as they are hurting like buggery!
Geography knowledge:
Caracas,San Vicente del Caguan, Belfast, Tirana, Zakopane.
Words to add to your daily vocabulary:
Auto-eroticism, exorcism, Tory, prelate, inexperience, Labour.
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