Tomorrows Post

Five hundred points for those who chose number 2.

Yes, it says "change" not "chance". That was a teaser!

For those of you who wrote in saying that songs 3-5 were made up by yours truly, well you're just kill joys. I bet you have a cardigan with one of those double zips. You know the ones, you can pull one zip up to fasten it and there is another zip still at the bottom, sort of like a spare parachute in case the first zip flies off the end or something. Some people eh?

On a more serious note...

Weather in Canada is just getting silly. I drove to work (spit, cough) this morning at 7:50am. It was 23C. It was 32C when I was driving home. Wow. I mean WoW. OwW. oOw. OOo. WoO.

Got chased by another dog yesterday on my bike. Tried to hit it in the face. Missed, nearly fell off. But the dog got the hint. Did I mention I got bit by a Rottweiller last month?

Well, I did. Didn't hurt because I am John Hurt, Burt Lancaster and Clive Spurt all rolled into one with Pert to spare.

England and the world cup (or whatever it was)? Not really the same over here. I can find out the scores like 50 hours before it's on TV so it sort of kills it. I blame Glen Hoddle (the thinking man's crumpet).

Tour de France coming up though and I've splashed out on MORE cable channels so I can watch it all. Yippee, come on Jan Ullrich (Lance Armstrong, crumpet for people on smack).

It's not slander if it's true!

Paul Barlow wears my old underpants when I've finished with them. See, all true!

Bye.