I respect tradition. When howking the inside out of a neep for Halloween at the cubs I was only allowed a spoon. 😀

Thing is, you just can't get the spoons these days. They barely take an edge.

He'll also ruin your dishwasher. youtu.be/xtxOdDsWwS8?...

Duchess Jean is fun. Her comment to a concerned society mama about the paternity of one of her daughters, the Duchess Tree, & the misprint in the Aberdeen Press & Journal of her raising the Gordon Highlanders by offering any man who would join a kiss "a guinea pig clenched firmly between her teeth"

Nicking the red stuff seems more likely to me. That or Evri leaving parcels in a safe location.

I'm waiting for Jimmy, the "Welsh Viking" to shred at least the clothes and the rest of the set 😁 He watches these things so we don't have to.

You know the solution. One more bed than the number of animals. Then you get the bed for at least part of the night.

Test card clown might be scary, but I'm not going within 100 yards of Hamble without Holy Water, stakes, silver bullets, garlic, a flame-thrower...

Politics Joe does it nicely.

I've got one arriving on Monday. I'll let you know how it goes.

Last nights "highlights" for me:
Arguing in Buchan Doric with two Muslim women about the make up of trifle. Getting a grilled chicken panini. A bookshop between Austria, Slovakia, & Hungary that belongs to none of them, full of 1980s Collins Gem dictionaries - the ones in the garish covers.

You've got to feel for Ed Sheeran in all this. If he doesn't make a shed load of money off the tour, he'll be down to his last £300 million.

Struggling through "The End of Everything" at the moment. Failing to live up to the hype. So far just a colder, uglier "In Viriconium". Maybe once I've got past senile psycho Marnie, it'll pick up, but it has taken me a week to get 55 pages in. I've often devoured Harrison's work in a sitting.

It starts, which is a start.

Man goes back to his home town for his brother's funeral and meets up with some old acquaintances.