…but they're having more difficulty recalling a memory loss pill.
Who the bloody hell do these so-called pop stars think they are?
First it was Sir Bob Geldof telling us to feed the world. Then it was Sir Bonio from out of U2 trying to sort out pretty much everything else. Now Sir Roger Bloody Daltrey and his cronies are sticking their noses in:
Stick to the fish farming, Daltrey. You know nothing about immunology. You're out of your depth.
…courtesy of Mr Mark E Smith in today's Observer:
If I could change one law I would reverse the smoking ban immediately. I was in a pub last Saturday night, just having a quiet pint, and this fella gets his baby out and changes its nappy on the table next to me. That would have never happened before the smoking ban.
He has a point you know, anti-smoking killjoys.
Yesterday saw the annual forced rhubarb harvest at Chateau Carter. Jen made rhubarb fool.
Top scran!
The house 100 yards down the hill has just come on to the market:
Going for a song, apparently.
…courtesy of Half Man Half Biscuit:
The image to the right was spotted on a collection enveloped from a local Roman Catholic church last weekend. It appears to depict a werewolf holding a lamb.
Can't help feeling that, if an atheist had drawn this picture, there would be a bit of an outcry.
Sesame Street™ has been brought to you today by the letters N, S, F and W:
(Can't believe I've put two sweary videos up just before my dad gets his first computer tomorrow.)
BBC: Wind farm 'kills Taiwanese goats'
A large number of goats in Taiwan may have died of exhaustion because of noise from a wind farm.
A farmer on an outlying island told the BBC he had lost more than 400 animals after eight giant wind turbines were installed close to his grazing land.
The Ministry of Agriculture says it suspects that noise may have caused the goats' demise through lack of sleep.
The power company, Taipower, has offered to pay for part of the costs of building a new farmhouse elsewhere.
Meanwhile, in other news, the total number of Taiwanese goats killed by nuclear powerstations remains at zero.
Honestly, you've known a chap for years, you think you know what he stands for, and then you find out something about him which calls into question your faith in humanity.
My mate Bill is a straight-up, regular bloke: he enjoys a beer, has an awesome music collection, and likes to watch sport. An all-round, down-to-earth chap.
Yesterday evening, however, at a barbecue in his garden, Bill revealed himself to be a closet sausage artist:
[sausage grease and charcoal on paper plate]
What else aren't you telling us, Bill?
C O M E O N Y O U T O F F E E S !
