My personal diary of things that interest me, for those who know me, or would like to.
I cleared a mess like this, today. I'll probably need to do it again in a few days. It's either under the pigeon tree, or the rookery. I don't have much choice.
Put Tom Lehrer on the gramophone in the garden. That'll do it.
Wherever did they find blackberries to eat at this time of year? (Oh, Perhaps they shop at Waitrose)
Martin - death, taxes and pigeonshit. There's a cheering thought.Richard - it won't work, they're tone deaf. Just listen to them.Mig - Carphone Warehouse? No, they don't tweet, do they.